Celestia’s hoof tightened around the little dragonlord’s waist. “Surprised, my little dragon?”

Dragonlord Ember very nearly choked. “Princess Celestia—you—you’re not—“

Celestia’s lip curled. Oh, she did love these parts of diplomatic meetings. “Just for you, my dear dragonlord,” she cooed. Her hips ground against Ember’s toned rear, rubbing her twin engorged shafts between that beautiful dragon booty. From the moment Ember had walked into the State Room, Celestia’s sheaths had pulsed with a need to stuff that prime rump full. After growing into her throne, Dragonlord Ember had possessed a shapely figure that had left Celestia just aching to “welcome” her properly to the kingdom of Equestria.

Ember’s breath hitched—and she groaned as Celestia’s twin flares rubbed against her taint. Her cunt was already sopping from just a brush of one equine member; from the blush on her face, she hadn’t managed much relief at all since ascending to the throne.

Celestia knew the type. She could empathize with it, too. But as she continued to grind her meaty shafts between Ember’s legs, cooing gently, feeling her weight balls droop lower between her legs as they swelled with seed, she couldn’t help but laugh internally at the restraint of all of these younger leaders.

Immortality did tend to provide one with a certain amount of, ah, shamelessness.

“I’m sure the flight over was—nnff—long and hard, my dragonlord.” Celestia chuckled aloud, giving her hips another pump. Lines of precum streamed down Ember’s thighs, breaking against the ground in a puddle. Ember gasped again—and then moaned, her body falling limp in Celestia’s hooves. “Surely you’d appreciate some—mm, attention?”

Ember grunted. “N-no,” she mumbled. “My escort was—very helpful.” The blush in her cheeks flared even brighter. The flared head of one of Celestia’s members slipped into her pussy, and Ember gasped, her eyes bulging.

“An escort?” Celestia murmured. She pulled one hoof around Ember’s bare chest, and curled it around her bust. Such an interesting species, dragons—their growth of breasts upon their torso instead of their crotch was but one of many fascinating things about their biology. They were surprisingly sensitive, too. She found herself fondling one idly, her hoof rubbing across the surface of a stiffening nipple as her cock pushed deeper into Ember’s depths. “My. I’m sure their help was quite enjoyable.”

Ember couldn’t quite meet her eyes. “They—“

“—did a wonderful job, I’m sure,” Celestia purred. Her second shaft throbbed, splattering Ember’s backside with a few tablespoons of pre. Ember gasped as the hot, sticky liquid dripped down over her hips. With a grunt, Celestia positioned herself just right—and then thrust her weight forward, penetrating Ember’s puckered ass.

If Ember had gasped before, she choked now. Celestia’s stallionhoods were far from thin, and the massive girth of the Princess’ member only served to make the slender dragonlord squirm in Celestia’s overpowering grip.

“But wouldn’t you like to see what proper royalty could do?” Celestia cooed. She gave Ember’s breast a tweak, and pumped her hips forward. Ember moaned as another two inches of both shafts were thrust inside of her; lines of honey-sweet nectar ran down her perfect thighs, staining the carpet in a mixture of Celestia’s pre. “Surely you would welcome a display of true Equestria hospitality.”

“Y-yes,” Ember heaved. “P-please.” Celestia bent her forward, curling a leg around both tits. They were so wonderfully large—and bouncy as well! They made for a delightful smoosh as she bent the great dragonlord over her cocks, pints of precum now gushing in to fill Ember’s womb and gut as Celestia’s balls swelled larger with every second.

Celestia’s smile widened. “Wonderful.” And she shoved herself forward.

Ember wailed as Celestia’s medial rings punctured her orifices. Each shaft shoved its way inside rudely, forcing Ember’s holes to widen until they gaped like the most vacuous slut’s. Celestia licked her lips and kept going. First impressions were important.

“S-so biiiig,” Ember slurred. Celestia did always love when they said that.

“But surely an Equestrian princess couldn’t be bigger than the best that male dragonkind has to offer?” she said, innocently. When Ember shook her head, Celestia giggled. “Goodness. Perhaps some proper size should be reintroduced into the gene pool.”

She shoved her hips forward, bottoming out inside of Ember’s cunt and ass. Ember’s toned rear slammed back in time with the motion, almost welcoming Celestia’s invading meat into her slick insides. Ember moaned, shivering with obvious pleasure as Celestia stroked her big, firm breasts with a caring hoof.

“And perhaps,” Celestia murmured, her voice husky against Ember’s ear, “such a breeding program would be best begun with its nation’s leader.”

“Y-yes,” Ember whispered. “P-please.”

Now that was an invitation she could get behind.

Celestia wasted no time in picking up the ball. She slammed her hips forward, and Ember howled as the alicorn’s massive cum-stuffed orbs slapped against her slender rump. Forward Celestia pushed her, one hoof digging against Ember’s sopping cunt’s lips as the other molested her bouncing breasts.

“Such a fine figure,” Celestia grunted between thrusts. “Slender. Perky. But think how much more royal you’d look with a full figure.”

Ember moaned. Her stomach was bulging visibly with each jerk of Celestia’s hips, the dual pillars of the Princess’ shafts forcing her belly into twin mounds of obscenity. Her stomach was beginning to grow rounder, too, edges growing softer as more and more precum gushed in.

“A nice, plump rear,” Celestia cooed. She thrust forward again, savoring Ember’s heightening moans. “Thick, luscious thighs. And a belly ripe and pregnant with a full brood of young, big and strong and virile—“

“F-fuck!” Ember choked out. Celestia didn’t know how many times her slender fucktoy had cum so far. But she did know that her own time was growing close—and that each confession of pleasure from Ember’s snout only drew her closer.

So it was with a deep, almost rumbling groan, that Celestia bottomed out for a final time in Ember’s ass. Her twin cocks, buried to the hilt in both rear and cunt, pulsed—throbbed—bulged—and then erupted with a flow of sticky seed denser than the largest geyser. Dragonlord Ember’s eyes rolled back, her snout opening in a wordless cry as quart after quart of spunk rushed in to fill her. Her belly began to bloat outwards, her breasts swelling with arousal and size as each wild thrust of her stud’s orgasm forced her body to expand. Celestia’s whinnies and snorts echoed in time with the massive spurts of her climax, the real-time softening of Ember’s figure only pushing her to cum harder and longer than before.

Ember choked—and then gagged, before a hefty wad of spunk burst from her mouth. Celestia’s moans intertwined with her brooddragon’s as more and more of her cum flooded in—more, it seemed, than Ember’s slender body could handle. Ember’s belly bulged with seed, now beginning to hang over her waistline as its voluminous contents sloshed hotly and stickily inside. Celestia only grunted, snorting as the sheer whiteness of release washed over her mind.

And then it was over. Panting, moaning, Ember collapsed in Celestia’s arms. With a soft groan, Celestia let the two of them slip to the floor, her softening members throbbing for a final time inside of Ember’s inner depths as she cradled the well-rounded dragoness.

After a moment, Ember chuckled. “Well,” she said, dryly. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a meeting quite like that before.”

Celestia laughed softly, and patted Ember’s cum-bloated belly. “Not to worry,” she said fondly. “I have a feeling, my dear Dragonlord, that there shall be plenty more to come.”