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Content warnings: prostitution references, pretend non-con (role play)

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It surprised me to hear a knock at my door, early Thursday morning. I'd put a 'do not disturb' sign on my hotel room's doorknob, after all. But as I shook the grogginess out of my head, the knock came again. Just a polite little rapping.

“I didn't order any room service,” I mumbled at the insolent door.

“It's not room service. I'm—”

“Well who is it, then?” I was already more than a little annoyed. Last night had been as long a night as Las Pegasus could offer, and whoever this mare out there was, she'd woken me up out of a deeply restful and thoroughly well-deserved sleep. This was supposed to be my vacation, the one time in my year when nopony would be waking me up.

“I'm Twilight Sparkle. The hotel desk said I could find Soarin in this room, is that right? I'd just like to speak with you for a moment, if now isn't a bad time.”

Twilight Sparkle? Princess Twilight Sparkle? “Just a minute, Princess!” I jumped out of bed and rushed to the small desk against the other wall. Hurriedly, I snatched up the lewd, touristy menu of escort services and shoved it way in the back of a desk drawer, where nopony would look for it. Then I dashed to the mirror in the bathroom and tried to give my mane and tail at least a rudimentary shakedown. No time for a proper brushing, but at least now it looked like I'd had a proper night's sleep, rather than a long night of... Well, everything Las Pegasus had to offer.

Before opening the door, I looked back and checked for anything that would seem inappropriate or out-of-place... Oh ponyfeathers! Darting back, I hastily brushed a certain item of intimate feminine apparel under the bed. So that's where that little thing had ended up...

Now, with the room's sordid past at least somewhat censored, I took a deep breath, straightened myself to parade-ground posture, and opened the door.

I had expected a princess, but there was no crown, no guards, no retinue, not even the five friends she usually traveled with. There was an alicorn, but she was smallish, barely taller than me, and she still looked more like a cute, frumpy librarian than a regal princess, despite the wings.

“I'm sorry to interrupt,” she said, “but could I have a moment? I'm afraid I have something important to tell you about.”

She didn't carry herself like a princess, either. The way she looked at me – hesitantly under those big, flat bangs of hers – reminded me of the first time we met, at that Grand Galloping Gala years ago. She had only been the Princess's bookish protege back then, somepony that no one paid much attention to.

“Of course, Your Highness! I'm just, um, surprised to be getting a royal visit this early, or, you know ... at all. Is there some kind of emergency?”

“Early?” She cocked her head to the side a little. “It's two in the afternoon.”

I looked back into the room, but I couldn't see the clock by the side of the bed. It had somehow gotten knocked down to the floor at some point in last night's ... activities. “Is it?”

She nodded, then looked around the hotel hallway.

And then it hit me that I was keeping a princess waiting on my doorstep. “Oh! Um, please come in. I'll be glad to hear whatever it is you have to say.”

“You probably won't be glad to hear this,” she said as she walked in, shutting the door behind her. “But I need to tell you, all the same.”

It was strange that she saw the need to close the door. Maybe this was something of a sensitive diplomatic nature. But then why would she come to me of all ponies about that? Being a Wonderbolt is a big achievement and all, not to mention being the vice-captain, but that hardly qualified me for anything important enough for an unannounced royal visit. Unless... Oh no! Had something happened to Spitfire? That would make me acting captain of the Wonderbolts, and that might warrant a royal visit. As Princess Twilight took a seat on the mercifully clean chair next to the bed, I braced myself for the worst kind of bad news.

“What I'm about to tell you may be disturbing. But please, hear me out and hear everything I have to say. On Princess Celestia's orders, I have to tell you every detail. Perhaps you'd like to take a seat?”

Oh, poor Spitfire... Stunt flying is a risky profession, we all knew that when we signed up. With any luck, the bad news would only be that she'd injured a wing or something, maybe even something she could recover from. As long as it wasn't ... worse than an injury. I took a seat across from the Princess on the hotel room's bed. “Okay...”

“First of all, I want to make it clear that I am profoundly sorry for what happened. All of it. And I swear to you that it will never happen again, under any circumstances.”

That settled it. Spitfire had died in an airshow for the Princess, some horrible accident, and now Princess Twilight felt responsible. Oh, Spitfire... In my heart, there had always been a warm-glowing secret fantasy of me proposing to Spitfire, marrying her, settling down to raise pegasus babies when we were ready to retire from the hard work of stunt flying. Now, the pleasant image that had always kept me going cracked and crumbled into cold dust. It left a gaping hole inside me. Poor Spitfire... I wished I had been there. Even if I hadn't been able to save her, I would have at least be able to be with her, in the end. She deserved that much.

“Do you remember your most recent air show in Baltimare?”

I looked up at her. “Huh?” What did that have to do with it? Spitfire had been fine at the end of that show – more than fine. And the show hadn't been anything unusual for them.

“Well, I'd developed a magic spell that allowed me to stop time itself... For my own perverse purposes, I used it to sneak into your locker room after the show, and I—”

I jumped up. “Wait, so Spitfire is okay?”

“Um, yeah, as far as I know. What, did something happen to her?” Princess Twilight blinked up at me.

“Oh thank Celestia!” I collapsed back down onto the bed, heaving in deep breaths and holding a hoof over my pounding heart. Spitfire was okay. Everything was fine.

“I'm sorry ... has there been some confusion?”

Sitting back up, I smiled at her. “Sorry, sorry,” I mumbled as I caught my breath. “I guess I was jumping to conclusions a bit too quickly.”

“Oh, okay... Well, what I've been trying to tell you is that, well...”

“Yes?”

“I'm very sorry about this, Soarin, and I know it was wrong.”

It was starting to get to me. “What is it already?”

“I raped you in that locker room.”

My tail-hole immediately clenched, and my eyes involuntarily darted to that long, purple horn of hers. But then, as I thought about it, my brows furrowed. I was pretty sure I'd know it if I'd been raped, after all. And what had happened in that locker room between me, Spitfire, and Rainbow Dash definitely wasn't rape, and Princess Twilight hadn't been there at all. “Huh?”

“I froze time, and while everypony else was frozen in place...” The Princess went on to tell me a long, clinical list of exactly what she'd done to Rainbow Dash, Spitfire, and finally me.

But despite the dry, clinical way she described it, despite how morally wrong it might have been... I couldn't help but notice that my cock was beginning to slip free of its sheath at the idea of the things she described. I crossed my front hooves in front of my lap in an effort to hide it ... not that it was anything she hadn't seen before, of course. It was weird, thinking that she had known me in the most intimate ways, seen and touched every inch of me ... but I'd never seen or touched her, not like that.

“... Also, in addition to telling everyone what I'd done and Princess Celestia's own punishments, she ordered me to do anything you ask of me. Anything to make up for what I did to you.”

Anything, huh? A grin started to grow on my face. I already had an idea of what I wanted to do with her.

“But if I could ask something of you...?”

“Yes, Princess?”

“What was it like, from your perspective? Even though I've sworn off ever using this spell again, I would still like to make a formal observation and study into its effects. Did you notice anything strange?”

I nodded a little. “Yeah, there was one thing... Once Spitfire and Rainbow dash had warmed me up and Spitfire—”

Princess Twilight had materialized a clipboard from somewhere and she was already scribbling notes on it as she watched me intently. “Yes?”

It struck me, suddenly, how strange it was to be saying things like this in front of a princess. To a princess.

“Go on...”

“Uh, I'm not sure it's the kind of thing I should—”

“Don't worry,” she said. “This is for research purposes only, and all names will be anonymized. I'm doing this strictly to find out more about this spell and its effects.”

“Okay. Well, um... Rainbow Dash was, uh, you know. She was licking me down below, and Spitfire had just begun to really deep-throat me.” The vivid memory came up, unbidden. Did Spitfire's special talents in the bedroom have something to do with my fantasy of marrying her? Maybe a little. But that was a question for another time. “I was only just barely getting warmed up, and of course we planned to do a lot more ... but then something happened all the sudden.”

Princess Twilight stared at me eagerly. “What? What happened?”

“I don't know... It was kind of like a flicker, almost like the lights had just flashed for some reason. But then all three of us blew it, right there on the spot.”

She scribbled more notes on her clipboard.

“All three of us came without any warning. I, um, I blew my load straight down Spitfire's throat. And both of the mares got off at the same time, too. They both dropped to the ground and squirted out from under their tails. Spitfire seemed really mad at me for getting off so soon, and for doing it in her throat without warning her first ... but then Rainbow pointed out that they came, too.” I shook my head. That had been a crazy confrontation. “In the end, we just, you know, figured that we'd all been hyped up from the successful show, so we were all on a hair trigger somehow.” I had been unduly proud of triggering both mares' orgasms just from them giving me oral, but now that I knew what really happened, it wasn't quite so impressive.

“And then what happened?”

I looked up at her. “Is that really necessary?”

“Of course it is!” She held up her clipboard, as if that proved anything. “It's for science!”

“Well, um...” She was a princess, after all. Who was I to question her on something like that? “After that, Spitfire said she had something to share with Rainbow. She kissed her, and she swapped some of my cum into Rainbow's mouth. The two mares really started getting into kissing each other, and to be polite, I went down and started eating them both out. Rainbow rolled over so that she was on top, and they pressed their, um, lady parts together for me so I could lick them both at the same time ... and probably just so they could rub them together. By that time, I was starting to get hard again, so I took a turn or two with each of them. Once I started getting close, Rainbow said that Spitfire shouldn't get to hog all of it, so she spun around, pulled my dick out of Spitfire, and started sucking on me. She doesn't quite have Spitfire's ... uh, talents in that area, but she was really enthusiastic. And the way she moaned around it when Spitfire licked her between her...” I looked over at Princess Twilight again. “Are you sure this is necessary?”

She hadn't taken any notes in a while, but as soon as I said that, she began scribbling furiously again. “Yes. Go on.”

“Well, I finished in Rainbow's mouth ... and kind of all over Spitfire's belly and teats as well. I was pretty spent by then, but the two of them kept going at each other. They sixty-nined until Spitfire squirted again, and then Rainbow sat on Spitfire's face until she got off as well. By that time, we were all pretty tired and sticky, so we hit the showers.”

“And did anything happen in the showers...?”

“Um, with all due respect, Princess, I'm pretty sure that doesn't have anything to do with the spell you're researching.”

Princess Twilight looked stricken. She blushed and teleported the clipboard away. “Right! Sorry! Um, why don't we talk instead about what you want to ask from me. I have to do anything necessary to make it up to you.”

I thought about how I'd already been sucked off by her, how I'd already been inside her ... and yet, I didn't remember anything about it. That wasn't fair. But it was hot to think about having another pony completely immobilized, being able to do whatever one wanted with them... Oh, I knew what I wanted, all right. “I can ask for anything? And this isn't some kind of trick to test my loyalty or something?”

“Completely honest.” The Princess went through some bizarre motions with her hooves. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, um, I guess you wouldn't know about Pinkie promises.” She glanced away, blushing slightly. “Never mind about that. How about instead, um...” Clearing her throat, she sat up straighter and spread out her wings. “You have my word as the Princess of Friendship.”

“Oh, okay...” I took a deep breath. Could I really ask this of a princess? Did I really have the nerve? And yet, if what she said about her spell was true, she would definitely deserve it. “Can I ask you to turn the tables?”

“Of course you can. You can ask for anything, but ... I'm not quite sure what you mean by that?”

Phew. I'd said it, and she hadn't blown up into a rage and banished me from Equestria. That was a relief. “I mean, I want to be able to have my way with you while you're frozen in time ... it's only fair.”

“Oh...” She looked down. “I'm afraid that's impossible. Only the one who casts the spell can move when everything is frozen. Since you're not a unicorn, you can't be that one. And even if I could come up with some way to redirect the spell and cast it on you, you'd have no way of ending the spell yourself, and I wouldn’t be able to because I would be frozen. There's a very good chance that the entire world would remain frozen in time, and you'd be stuck there all alone until you finally died ... I'm fairly sure that time would resume flowing if the focusing agent of the spell died.”

I stared at her, the potential horror of that scenario sinking in. From her perspective, when she cast the spell, I would immediately flash away ... to reappear somewhere else, dead of either old age or suicide. From my perspective, I'd be eternally stuck in a hellish, frozen mockery of the world I wanted to live in, effectively the only pony alive.

“Sorry, sorry! Sometimes I can get too analytical for my own good. Don't worry – I'd never do that to you, or to anypony else. No nightmares like that are going to happen on my watch. Not one blink.”

Okay, phew. Maybe... “You could still, um, pretend to be frozen, right?”

The Princess paused for a moment, then nodded. “I can't guarantee that I'll be able to imitate the effects of the spell exactly, but I'll do my best.”

“Oh, okay. Good.”

We both looked at each other for a few moments. The clock might be lost somewhere between the nightstand and the bed, but I could still hear it ticking.

I opened my mouth, then closed it without speaking. What does one say in a situation like this? It was like that awkward moment when I met my escort last night, but far worse. At least then she had been able to take the lead and treat it as routine, which quickly broke through the awkwardness. It didn't hurt that her way of saying 'thanks for putting the money on the table' was to abruptly drop down and start giving me a blowjob. But now? Neither the Princess nor I knew where to go from here. I looked around the room, then back at her. “So, um... Should we get started, or ... uh, something?”

“Right, right, of course.” Princess Twilight got up out of the chair in a hurry, fluttering her wings. “Um, how about this: Whenever you want me to freeze, clap your hooves together. Clap again to unfreeze me. Okay?”

I nodded dumbly.

She smiled professionally, smoothed down her wings, and started walking toward the hotel room's door. “Good, now that we've gotten that figured out, I suppose I can go. Thank you for your understanding, Soarin.”

Hey! But she was supposed to pretend to be frozen! Why was she just leaving now? Did I do something wrong? What was it that she expected me to do?

Oh. Once it hit me, it was obvious. She was already playing the game. Before she got halfway to the door, I clapped my hooves together.

Princess Twilight froze immediately, one hoof still raised above the carpet as she stopped in mid-stride. She did a really good job of pretending to be frozen, though I could still see her sides moving slightly as she breathed, and she wobbled just a tiny bit – off balance on just three hooves.

Slowly, I got up and walked over to her. She didn't react at all. I came up to her from behind, closer than I'd normally dare to approach any royalty, especially from this angle, but without technically doing anything inappropriate, not yet.

I walked around her, appreciating her soft purple body with my eyes. That was maybe more than I'd normally dare to look at a princess, even if I thought I wouldn't be noticed. Although she was at least as tall as me, she was much slimmer. I could tell that she was growing into a body more like Princess Celestia's. Now that would be a fantasy come true...

But enough about that. I already had one princess here, letting me do anything I wanted with her. Wasn't that enough? No need to get greedy. As I came around in front of her, I watched her deep purple eyes – she didn't even move her eyes, though she did blink once. She was completely dedicated to maintaining this fiction of her being frozen.

Well, time to take advantage of it.

I stepped just a bit closer, raised my hoof up, then traced it down her neck. There was a slight, involuntary twitch under her fur when I first made contact, but she didn't move, not even as I brushed downward along her mane. She was so sleek and silky ... not rough and tumble muscle like the Wonderbolts I fooled around with, but not doughy and soft like the escort last night had been.

She felt really nice, actually.

Leaning in, I took a whiff of her scent through her mane. Floral, maybe a little bit of lavender. She must have had good taste in shampoo or something. My hoof traced lower, over her withers, down her chest. She was breathing a little more heavily now, but that was barely noticeable – she was doing a good job of not letting it affect her.

“You feel nice,” I said. She didn't reply, of course. The only sound I could hear was the ticking of that clock.

While she might not have been letting it affect her, it was definitely starting to affect me. My cock had dropped out of its sheath and was swaying beneath me. When I hugged the Princess around the neck and played at mounting her from the front, it slapped up against my belly, already getting hard from the thought of having her completely, of being able to do anything with her I wanted.

And what did I want?

I slipped back off of her and trailed my wingtip along her other side as I went around. Before I got all the way, I stopped to admire the curve of her belly, sliding my hoof from the base of her wing down and around her, underneath her, all the way until I brushed against her soft little teats. That brought an electric tingle to me, and it made my cock slap against my belly again. Here I was, touching the teats of a Princess. I reached down and touched her there again, just because I could.

But there was far more in store for me, and I couldn't wait to get to it. My hoof wandered to her nice, round rump. When I gave her a healthy squeeze, I marveled at just how perfect she felt. Not hard and unyielding like Spitfire, but definitely not a feather-stuffed pillow like that escort. She had just the right amount of softness to let me sink my hoof in as I squeezed and still feel her trim and toned curve through it all.

And, of course, not far behind there... As I came around her, I once again got a little peek of her purple pussy lips underneath her tail, but only a peek. Her tail still hid most of it from me, showing me only an alluring glimpse of how the nice, full curves of her butt cheeks came together. But she was frozen; I could do anything I wanted with her, and I didn't have to settle for just a peek. Not this time.

Grinning to myself, I reached out, grabbed her tail, and lifted it up. It moved easily, and when I let go, she held it exactly where I'd left it ... and I'd left it raised up as lewdly as possible.

The Princess was on full display to me now. I could see her pussy, nestled high and tight between her generous cheeks, and her tail hole above it. Her mound was smooth and clean, and surprisingly petite for her alicorn-esque size. Her legs pulled the lips slightly to one side, since one leg was still extended forward and the other backward. For a long moment, I just stood and stared at this pristine monument of feminine perfection.

But then, of course, it left me wanting more. I reached up and traced my hoof along the curve of her ass, up and down, reveling in the springy-soft flesh under her immaculately groomed fur. Of course, my hoof soon found its way inward, tracing up the gap between her hind legs until it brushed her thighs on both sides. Then up and up some more, up along between her lovely cheeks. And then there was the softness of her pussy lips.

I gasped as I felt her most intimate skin against the soft part of my hoof. She was warm there, and wet, too. Her moisture slowly dripped onto my hoof. I swirled it around on her lips, pulling them open a little at times and seeing the bright, shiny pink inside.

My face had gotten closer without me even really noticing it. I could smell her – it wasn't the sweet lavender scent of her shampoo, this was the tangy musk of a mare, an undeniably aroused mare.

Without thinking about it, I leaned in. Pulling her lips open with my hoof, I planted a kiss right on her pink inner treasure, and I licked her slit from bottom to top, tasting the nectar of a princess. It ... didn't taste all that different from a normal mare, actually.

As I went in for a second lick, her pussy winked at me. Her clit jutted out to kiss my tongue, and her inner walls pulsed, dribbling a stream of mare juices out for me to lick up.

I pulled back and looked at the back of her head. My muzzle was still damp with her juices, but she didn't so much as glance back toward me. Even her ears remained pointed at the door, just like they had been when I 'froze' her. Well, of course the illusion couldn't be perfect. I'd known a few mares who could control their winking, but it was an involuntary movement for most, and even the ones who could control themselves probably couldn't keep themselves from doing it indefinitely if they were horny enough.

I smiled, licking her taste off my lips. Oh yes, this was getting the Princess of Friendship turned on... My cock slapped against my belly again. It was turning me on, too. And this was all supposed to be for my sake, anyway...

As eager as I was to take her now, I nosed my way back underneath her tail. She looked so small down there – I didn't want to cause her any pain. Now when I licked her, I did it with a purpose. I spread my own saliva and her juices all over her lips, making sure to thoroughly coat every plush curve and cute crevice. She winked again and again, but I kept at my work undeterred, pretending not to notice her body begging to be filled.

Of course, it only took a few moments, and then her pussy was coated in glistening slickness, winking up at me desperately as I stepped up behind her, as I rubbed my neck over the curve of her rump.

“Are you ready, Princess?” I asked.

No response, besides perhaps a barely-perceptible trembling.

I lifted myself onto her back. She wobbled and slouched under my weight for a moment, and I feared that we'd both fall over. But with a small grunt, she managed to right herself and stay more-or less in the position I'd frozen her in. I was almost tempted to clap my hooves together again, to let her position herself properly ... but my hooves were busy holding onto her sides. Her warm, deliciously curved sides...

My cock bobbed upward and wedged itself between her thighs, pushing her legs open a little. She used that as an excuse to balance herself better, I could tell, but she was subtle about it – if I hadn't been paying attention, I probably wouldn't have noticed it at all. I might have thought that she only moved because I moved her.

Oh she was good at this game. Had she practiced standing still for long periods sometime before? I couldn’t imagine what kind of reason a princess would have for that.

But soon the warm pressure of her thighs around my cock made me less interested in her past and more interested in her pleasant purple body. I pushed forward, thrusting the tip of my cock through the gap between her legs, all the way through until I was sure it was sliding back and forth across her teats. She was so warm, and the soft fur on her underside felt so good ... but there was more to be had – the juices dripping down onto the top of my cock reminded me of that.

It took a little shuffling, but I managed to pull back and line myself up again. This time, my tip found something warm, wet, and soft that winked open and closed over the broad head of my cock. There was no mistake to be made about it: the Princess was definitely trembling. In anticipation? In fear? In uncontrollable lust? There was no way I could tell without unfreezing her.

Who cared? If nothing else, I knew she was turned on, and that was enough.

I pushed, and I felt her pussy lips slide over my tip. She was hot inside, and she was wet enough that I could slip myself into her effortlessly. Her inner walls rippled over my shaft as I plunged into her tight warmth. She'd stopped breathing for a moment – I could feel her sides quivering between my hooves as her inner walls stretched around my cock. Once my medial ring squeezed through her entrance, I paused for a moment, and then she breathed again.

It wasn't subtle breathing anymore, either. Her body heaved underneath me, and I could hear her gasping. I felt her inner muscles twitching around my cock as it rested deep inside her pussy. Not that great of an illusion of being frozen ... but she still didn't move. Her legs stayed planted right where they were, she kept staring at the door, and she was even still standing on three legs, one held up in the middle of taking a step. I had to give her credit for putting in an effort at least.

But not quite enough of my length was inside her for my taste. I pushed again and this time I hilted inside her, pressing my thighs against the roundness of her royal ass cheeks. Her entrance stretched wide around my base, and the rest of my shaft swam in her soft, warm wetness deep inside. I could feel the tight grip of her entrance pulsing a little as she winked around the girth of my shaft again and again.

Out a little, in a little. Sweet Celestia, she felt so good! And she only got warmer and tighter as I kept on thrusting into her. She was enjoying it. Whether her fake-frozen state would let her admit it or not, her body told me everything I needed to know.

I gripped her sides hard and shoved myself in as deep as I could again and again. No subtlety was wasted on it – she was 'frozen', so she wouldn't be feeling it anyway, right? I gave her firm, long thrusts, each one pressing as deep as I could go. I even pulled her back toward me a little bit, making her stick her rump out and letting me get just a little deeper. Who cared how a frozen mare felt? ... Although I did immensely enjoy the ever-so-quiet little 'Unh!' noises she began to let slip every time I bottomed out inside her.

And, of course, when I was going only for my own pleasure, it didn't take long. I already felt my tip beginning to flare up against the edge of her womb.

Which, come to think of it... 'Anything' might not include getting a princess pregnant. “I'm close,” I told her. “Do you want it inside?”

She didn't break her act – she remained perfectly motionless and didn't say a thing ... but I did feel the way she tensed up underneath me. The way her fur stood on end. And I figured I knew what that meant. Even if she wasn't willing to break the act, I was pretty sure she didn't want my babies.

So, reluctantly, I pulled myself off of her, my swollen cock popping free only with difficulty as I slid off of her rump.

Immediately, I clapped my hooves again. “Finish me off with your mouth,” I said desperately, still feeling the churning pressure in my balls ready to break free.

Without any hesitation, she turned and darted down for my cock. The broadly flared head was far too wide to fit into her mouth, but that didn't stop her from licking and slurping on it as her hooves hugged my wet shaft against her chest. Her hooves stroked me and her tongue massaged my tip. She obviously hadn't done this much before, but she made up for it with enthusiasm, acting as if she wanted as much of her body – and especially her face – to be in contact with my cock as possible.

I stared down at her in content amazement. I could imagine that jeweled crown on her head, and a golden gown to go with it. To think that it was a royal tongue slathering across my shaft, royal lips planted against my tip, a royal cheek that my pre-cum was soaking into... And then she looked up at me. Now she was just a cute little mare, a sheltered librarian who wanted nothing more than to finally experience everything a stallion could give her.

That broke through my last barriers. I threw my head back with a groan, and came like I never had before. Princess Twilight held my cock against her open lips, closing her eyes and waiting for me to flood her mouth full.

And, oh, did I ever. The first heavy spurt wasn't quite on target, spraying up over her muzzle, into her mane, and plastering across one closed eye. But the next one spewed right into her open mouth, sliding across her outstretched tongue and down into her throat. As did the next one, and the next one. Before long, her mouth was full, drooling streams of white down the sides of her face. More and more cum splashed against what was already there, splattering thick drops over her cheeks and nose, scattering sticky flecks of white all over her pristine fur.

When I finally dribbled out the last spurt onto her outstretched tongue and pulled back, she released her hooves' grip on my cock and opened her less-messy eye to look up at me.

A dastardly thought occurred to me. Before she could move to spit out or swallow anything, or even swipe her eye clean, I clapped my hooves again.

She froze in place. Only my cum moved, slowly dripping down her and soaking into her fur. As I watched, one fat drop fell free from the tip of her horn and landed with a plop on her outstretched tongue. Her one open eye stared straight up at me, still with that lovingly devoted expression.

I took only a brief moment to admire such a masterpiece, though. There was work to do: I rushed to my suitcase and pulled out my camera. “Sorry about this, Princess. I promise I won't use it for blackmail or anything... I just want to have a little proof, because none of the other guys are ever going to believe me if I don't have a photo.”

She stayed perfectly still, right where she was, making no move to protest. Maybe I also wanted a picture because I wanted the memory of how gorgeously sexy she looked just now to never fade.

I dropped down next to her and held the camera out as far as I could reach, pointed back toward us. With a big, shit-eating grin, I snapped a few photos. Princess Twilight blinked as the camera flash went off, but otherwise she remained perfectly frozen. Her mouth was still filled to the brim with a pool of sticky white. I had to hurry – I wasn't sure if she could even breathe like this.

Once I was sure I had a good shot of her and me together, I stood up and took a few shots of her alone, sitting there in a puddle of my cum, covered in it. I knew I'd probably never see anything like that again, so I needed the memory of it to last.

Okay, that was probably good enough. Putting my camera back in its place, I clapped my hooves again.

Princess Twilight gasped and sputtered, spraying half of my load onto the hotel room floor. She coughed a couple times, then wiped a hoof over her face ... it didn't seem to help much; it only smeared the cum around. But at least it cleared things off enough that she could open both eyes.

She was still splattered all over, and a thick white strand hung from the corner of her lips. Looking over at me, she rolled her eyes. “Was that really necessary? Staying like that is harder than it looks! You could have at least let me—”

I held my hooves up as if I was about to clap them together again.

“Okay, okay, you win. And I guess, technically, it's still not as bad as what I did to you in Baltimare.” She looked imploringly toward the hotel room's in-suite bathroom. “Um, if we're done now, do you mind if I use your shower? There's no way I can risk being seen in public like this.”

Though I was tempted, even I knew well enough to know that Equestrian royalty couldn't be seen wandering the streets covered in cum. If ponies didn't respect their leaders, they wouldn't obey them either. And if they didn't obey them, all kinds of anarchy could break loose. And besides, even if I was perverse enough to deny her access to my shower, she'd probably just teleport to somewhere she could get cleaned off in private. And even though this was supposed to be a punishment for her, she hadn't really hurt me. I didn't hold any grudge. “Sure,” I said, “Go for it. Just don't take too long ... I probably need a shower before I go out as well. I've got a pretty good winning streak going at the casinos, and I'll want to get out there and continue it.”

“Thanks for the shower...” She wrung a bit of cum out of her mane, which dripped down into the small puddle on the carpet. My dirty mind took a moment to wonder which shower she was thanking me for.

“Um, before you go... I'm just curious...”

She stopped just shy of the bathroom door and looked back. “Hm?”

“When I asked you if I could finish inside... I was right to assume you didn't want me to, right? It felt like you didn't want me to.”

Princess Twilight blushed. “I was, well... I was caught up in the moment, and yes I was kind of enjoying it. The thought of that, it sent chills through me, and my mind was racing, trying to figure out if it would be okay or not, trying to figure out if I should break character or not...”

“And?”

“And it probably would have been fine, actually. I'm already pregnant.”

My eyes went wide. “From me?”

“No, no.” She grinned and shook her head. “Don't worry. They're Celestia's.”

“They?”

She nodded. “Twins, a filly and a colt, both successfully implanted, according to Plum Pipette's Perfect Pony Pregnancy Probe spell. But don't tell anypony yet, okay? I still haven't told Celestia, and I want it to be a surprise.”

“You have my word, Princess.”

“And if you could make absolutely certain that those photos don't end up in the wrong hooves...?”

“Of course.”

Princess Twilight smiled back at me. “I did enjoy that, Soarin. More than a little. It's a very interesting experience, trying to play a role like that, trying to hold perfectly still even as... Well, even while in the midst of coitus.” She took a glance inside at the shower, then looked back at me and winked. “Ah, good. The shower has a detachable head. As much as I may have enjoyed our time together, I never really got to completion. But if I hold that sprayer in just the right place, I'm sure I can manage...”

Feeling particularly bold after seeing her covered in my cum, I took a step toward the bathroom as well. “What if we took our shower together? It would save time, and I could, um, help with that.”

“We're even now. You know that, right? I've already made up for what I did – completely.”

I nodded. “I know, but...”

“So if we did anything in the shower, it would be just for fun. For the enjoyment of both of us.”

I took another step, grinning at her.

When she went into the bathroom, she left the door open behind her and flicked her mostly-clean tail in my direction. My cock was already beginning to slide out of its sheath again.

As I followed her into the bathroom, I thought back to the menu of escort services I'd hidden in the desk drawer. Yes, I was dangerously close to developing a new fetish, but what did it matter? It was a fun fetish. And tomorrow night's escort would definitely be learning about this 'frozen in time' game.