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“…You alright there, Twi?”

Jon, who was sitting on a plain yet comfortable wooden chair, couldn’t help but eye Twilight in concern. The alicorn was ignoring him, focusing all of her efforts on the small vial and needle in her hooves.

Twilight had been trying for the last ten minutes to pierce the thin metal tin covering the lid with little success. Usually, she’d have done such a delicate task with her magic or at least her wings, but, because of her peeping, and because she hadn’t been able to get out of the room quick enough when Jonathan and Celestia had caught her peeping, she was not only unable to use her magic but her wings as well

A heavy duty magic inhibitor had been placed around her horn, and a specialized rope had been wrapped around her barrel to keep her from spreading her wings.

Neither inhibitor nor rope hurt the purple alicorn in any way. They had been placed on gently, but firmly; not a feather out of place. But for Twilight, a mare who had used magic for practically everything since she could walk, having only her hooves to work with was a punishment unlike any that she had ever received. As was the point.

Twilight was under “parole”. No matter how much she complained or begged her bindings would stay where they were until she learned to respect people’s privacy and not poke her nose into things that she shouldn’t.

That being said, as he sat there watching her struggle, Jon couldn’t help but think that maybe they should let her break her parole for a little while. If not for her sake then for his.

“Oh horse apples… Will you stop… get in there…”

Twilight had the vial between her hooves and the syringe awkwardly positioned in her mouth. Each movement that she made was jerky, unsure. Each scrape along the vial’s cap and each time the needle just missed burying itself into her foreleg made the human flinch.

He could feel himself growing more and more anxious. He was already a little nervous today—what with they were going to be doing—but sitting there watching this was slowly but surely driving him over the edge.

With a yelp—that nearly sent both him and his frayed nerves to the ceiling—Twilight dropped the vial and hugged a foreleg to her chest.

“Owowowowo!” she cried, still somehow holding the syringe. “I jabbed myself! Motherbucker!”

This was the straw that broke the camel’s back for the young man.

“Twilight! Please, you’re killing me!” Jon said, covering his face with his hands. “Just… just bring that over here and let me do it!”

Twilight, wiggling the hoof that she had accidently stabbed, looked over at him. “What?” she asked.

Jon’s eye twitched when he saw a bead of drool working its way down the body of the syringe.

“Pick up that little jar and bring it over here with a needle—not the one in your mouth! You stabbed yourself with that one, you crazy purple horse! Get me another one! A clean one! One that doesn’t have your spit all over it, for God’s sake!”

With some bumbling, Twilight eventually managed to do as he asked, picking up the vial and getting him a new syringe. Where she had gotten either of the syringes that she had on the table was a mystery. Where she had gotten the drug was also an enigma. But he had no desire to know where she had gotten any of these things. He had a feeling that the answer would make him more anxious than he already was.

“Remember to be careful. Those needles are sharp and you really don’t want to stab yourself with one.”

“I know.”

“You won’t need much. By my calculations, you shouldn’t need more than twenty cc’s.”

“I got it.”

“Make sure that you’re measuring carefully. Since it’s a liquid it’ll dip down a bit in the mid—”

Jon jumped when he felt the purple princess’s breath wash over the back of his neck. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that she had propped herself against the back of his chair. She was staring at the vial in his hands intently, her mouth slightly parted.

His eye twitched again. “Twilight, if you don’t stop breathing down my neck I’m going to stab you with this thing. I swear to almighty God I will stab you.”

Twilight, her ears folding against her skull, quickly pushed herself away from the chair. “Oops, sorry,” she said with a sheepish chuckle. “I’m just making sure that you’re doing this right. I wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.”

“Just be quiet for a second,” Jon grunted, lining up the tip of the syringe against the metal cap. “Let me get the stupid needle in this thing before you go distracting me.”

There was a surprising amount of resistance as he punctured the top of the vial. He pushed the needle deep into the liquid, eyeing it curiously, before he began to pulled back on the pump.

“So what is this stuff again?” he asked, focusing his attention on the measurement ticks. “Celestia tried to explain it to me before she went off to lord knows where, but she forgot that I don’t have a doctor’s vocabulary.”

“It’s a chemical cocktail that’ll active your thyroid and hypothalamus by using a special chromosome that—”

“English, Twi.”

Twilight’s mouth snapped shut. Her brow furrowed, and she looked at the vial thoughtfully. Collecting her thoughts for a few moments, she opened her mouth and tried again.

“What’s in that vial is going to help you secrete far more sperm than you usually do,” she told him.

“Automatically?”

Twilight shook her head, her tail flicking. “No, it’ll take a couple of minutes.”

Jon frowned. “A couple of minutes? That still seems pretty fast for something like this,” he mumbled, looking at her from the corner of his eye. “Is there some kind of magic in this that speeds up the process or whatever?”

Once again, the bookworm shook her head. “There’s no magic of any kind in the drug at all,” she assured.

While he kind of doubted that—what with almost everything in this world being magical in some way or another—he held his tongue. “How does it work then?” he asked instead.

Twilight smirked. “I’d explain it, but you wanted me to dumb it down so…”

“Hey, no one likes a smart ass,” Jon chided, sticking his tongue out at her as he drew the proper amount of liquid from the vial.

“I’m just doing what you asked,” Twilight smartly replied, smirking. “Now, lift the tip to the ceiling and squirt a bit of the liquid out. We need to get the air out of there so we don’t shoot any into your veins.”

“I’m guessing that that would be a bad thing, huh?” the human questioned, making a face as he lifted the needle up so that the tip was pointing to the ceiling.

Twilight nodded. “Yes, it would be very bad. Very, very bad.”

Nodding, he flicked the needle before pushing on the end of the pump. A small spurt of liquid flew out from the tip and onto the floor below. A small bead of the drug began to slide down that thin, sharp tube of metal. Jon watched is as it made its way down to the glass body, a scowl on his face.

He looked over at his purple friend. “You know that I don’t like needles, right?” he questioned.

“I recall you telling me that many times,” Twilight answered diplomatically.

“But we’re still going to stick me with one?”

“We need to do all that we can to improve the chances of your seed taking,” the princess explained, walking around so that she was standing next to him. “There’s a lot that we can’t do, since we don’t want to alter your seed through magical means, but we can increase the amount you cum.”

“And that’s going to matter?”

“To be frank, we have no idea,” she told him with a shrug. “But a normal stallion can produce over a fifty milliliters of semen during an ejaculation; far, far more than you’re able to.” She shifted her weight, staring hard at the shot in his hands. “The princess and I don’t know if having you cum as much would help, but we both thought that it wouldn’t hurt anything.”

While the prospect of being able to cum as much as a horse was oddly appealing to the young man, Jon still couldn’t help but have a few reservations. More than a few actually.

“Do you even know what this stuff is going to do to me?” he queried, his grip on the syringe tightening.

“Nope,” Twilight admitted as he grabbed a cap and placed it over the needle. “We’ve never used anything like this on you before.”

“Has this been used on anything before?” he asked.

Twilight nodded. “Yep. The drug on your hands is primarily used in the breeding of pigs.”

“Pigs?” the human questioned, not looking all that happy with the purple princess’s admission.

“Pigs share many biological traits with you,” she quickly clarified. “So the princess and I figured that it’d work.”

Jon looked down at the syringe in his hand. He could have asked why on earth the two didn’t get some advice from a doctor of some kind, and probably should. That would have been the smart thing to do, the right thing to do. For all he knew, this could make him grow another arm!

But he didn’t.

Twilight was one of the smartest mares that he knew, and Celestia might have been even smarter than her. Without a doubt, the two of them probably researched everything about this drug. He wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if the two knew this drug, its side effects, and everything in between backwards and forwards.

Sighing, he carefully placed the needle onto the table in front of him and leaned back into his chair. “So you have no idea what this is gonna do to me and you have no idea if it’s even going to work?” he questioned.

To both his amusement and horror, Twilight nodded. “We can only try our best and hope it works,” she said simply.

Setting the vial down, Jon picked up his chair and spun it around so that he was staring right at Twilight. “Fuck it. I’m already in too deep to back out now,” he grumbled.

The purple alicorn gave him a look of confusion but he ignored it, leaning forward and cupping her face with his hands.

“Now, since the princess and I know that you’ll find some way to sneak into this room no matter what we do—magic or no magic—we’re going to let you put a recording orb in here.”

“Yes, and I really app—”

“You shut your mouth and let me finish,” he interrupted with a frown, giving her cheeks a squeeze. “Remember: we’re going to let you put one of those little orbs right in the corner over there. We’re going to let you record everything; for science or pornographic material or whatever you want.” He leaned forward in his chair. “The two of us might not like it very much, but we’ll deal with it.”

Jon’s eyes narrowed. “Now Twi, you’re the best fucking friend that I’ve ever had in my whole life. I know that you’d never intentionally do anything to ruin this for the two of us. You might be the biggest purple nerd in this whole world but I know that you want this to go well.”

Touched, Twilight smiled. “Aw, I’m your best friend? That’s the sweetest—”

“Shut up,” Jon repeated, smooshing her cheeks harder. “That being said, if you decide to come in here—for whatever reason—I’m going to get up from that bed over there, I’m going to pick your purple butt up, I’m going to carry you toward that window, and I swear to everything that’s good and holy on this earth that I will throw you out the window.”

The room took on a slightly sinister air as he stared at her meaningfully. “I will throw you out the window—wings tied all up—and jump right back into bed. Do you get me, Twi?”

Twilight, now not at all touched, gulped. “Y-Yep,” she said, nodding a little more rigorously than needed. “I promise that I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.”

The human stared down at her for a moment longer before nodding. “Alright,” he said, letting go of her cheeks and leaning back into the chair. “I’ll trust you. Don’t fuck up.”

The purple bookworm was about to open her mouth to assure him that she, in fact, wouldn’t buck up, fuck up, or anything in between, but before she could, the doorknob clicked. Both Jonathan and Twilight looked over to the door just as it was being opened, revealing a battered, ragged, and exhausted Celestia.

The poor mare looked like she had just come from a battlefield. Her usually flowing mane lied limply against her neck. It looked slightly dirty, sticking up every which way. Her usually immaculate fur also looked messy and matted. The regalia that she wore hung on her oddly, and it appeared that she was missing a horseshoe.

“I apologize for the delay,” she said, looking exhausted as she made her way into the room and closed the door behind her. “Luna needed my help with the Yakyakistan ambassador.” She sighed. “I tried my hardest to get away as quickly as I could but it seemed like she was in rare form today.”

She made her way over to Jon, her head hanging low and her wings dragging on the floor. Jon sat on the edge of his seat and spread his arms out wide. Grumbling to herself, Celestia sat down in front of the human and placed her head on his shoulder.

“They gave you a hell of a time, huh?” he asked, wrapped his arms around her neck and kissing her cheek.

Celestia let out a tired, but pleased, hum. “It’s always like this when the ambassador comes,” she said, leaning against him. “She comes unannounced, barges into the castle, and immediately tries to pick a fight.”

“Why don’t you go ahead and throw her out then?” he suggested, running his fingers through her mane. “That’d probably teach her some manners.”

Chuckling to herself, the princess shook her head. “That would end badly for everypony, my little human,” she murmured, kissing his cheek. “And I know that the ambassador means nothing by her actions. That is just how the yaks, as a people, are. They have been like that since I was young and they will probably be like that until my sun burns out.”

“They sound like a lot of fun,” the human dryly remarked.

Celestia chuckled. “You should see when their prince comes. By the time he leaves half of the castle staff are ready to bury him in the garden.”

The two were quiet for a little while after that. Jon began to rub the princess’s withers and neck. Celestia pressed more of her body against him, going limp as she enjoyed the massage.

“You know, if you’re tired we could do this another day,” he murmured. “There’s still a couple of days before your heat is over, so we can—”

“Jonathan,” Celestia interrupted, her voice serene and her eyes closed. “While I very much appreciate the thought, I have had a rather stressful day.”

She leaned up toward his ear and whispered, “I need to unwind, and I can’t think of a better way to do that than a good, hard rutting.”

A blush exploded across Jon’s face as the alicorn’s hot, moist breath washed over the side of his face. Celestia pressed more of her warm, soft body against his. He responded by holding her a little tighter.

“…Well, if you want to then I’d be happy to do my best to be your stress reliever,” he said, with just a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Thank you very much, my little human,” Celestia murmured, pressing her forehead against his.

They shared another kiss, short but sweet.

“I hope that this works,” Jon said, looking into her eyes.

Celestia smiled. “Even if this journey that the two of us have found ourselves on is for naught, I want you to know that these last few weeks were some of the best that I had in a very long while.” She placed a hoof against his heart. “Thank you for this, Jonathan, all of this. I fear that I will never be able to repay you.”

Jon smiled. “Yeah. I had a lot of fun too,” he admitted as one of his hands reached up to touch her cheek. “I didn’t think that I would be attracted to ponies like this, but I’m kinda glad that the one that eased me into it was someone like you.”

Again the two kissed, holding each other close. While not much different from their usual kissing, this one seemed special. There was a charge to it, a certain something that left their extremities tingling.

Slowly, hesitantly, Celestia broke the kiss. “It was my utter pleasure to have found a stallion like you,” she murmured, nuzzling his face.

He nuzzled her right back. “And hey, if this does work I’m going to have to take you out on a couple of dates,” he told her. “If I’m going to knock you up the very least I can do is wine and dine you.” He kissed both of her cheeks before rubbing his nose against hers. “It’d be weird if we just straight up got married before I made you my girl.”

“I think you’ve done more than enough to make me your marefriend, my little human,” the alicorn responded, giving him a sweet peck on the cheek. “But even still, I’d very much like that, even if your seed does not take.”

The two smiled at each other. It was a fragile, but unrestrained, smile. The kind that had so much emotion behind it that one didn’t know whether to smile, laugh, scream, or cry.

Both of their faces seemed to light up from them. The room seemed brighter. One could nearly taste the sweet, beautiful love in the air. At that moment, as the alicorn and human looked each other in the eyes, their hearts beat as one.

This wonderful, emotional moment was ruined however, as Twilight grabbed the syringe from the table, pulled off the cap with her teeth, and jammed it into Jon’s exposed shoulder.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” he squeaked as the sharp needle pierced his flesh. “OWOWOWOWOWO!”

He jerked forward, nearly headbutting Celestia as Twilight, with a surprised yelp, pumped the drug into his body.

Though Jon wanted nothing more than to being flailing wildly until the sharp, stinging pain went away, he had enough sense left to know that doing such a thing while drugs were being pumped into him wasn’t a very good idea. So he just sat there, wide-eyed and upset, and waited until Twilight had carefully pulled the syringe away and put the cap back on.

“Oopsy!” the bookworm chirped in embarrassment and a little bit of horror, producing a small alcohol swab. “I thought that you wouldn’t notice. Here, just let me disinfect the area and—”

“You’re supposed to disinfect the fucking area first before you go and stab people with needles, you purple psycho!” he shouted, putting Celestia between the two of them.

Twilight, not able to look him in the eye, began to pat his shoulder with the swab, making him hiss.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Since you don’t like needles, I thought that it would be a good idea if I stuck you while the princess had you occupied,” she lamely explained.

Jon slapped her hooves away. He then picked up his chair and moved it away from her. “You just had to slam it into me like that, huh?” he growled, feeling around the area that had been stabbed.

He flinched, mumbling a curse under his breath. “Oh, I’m going to bruise like a son of a bitch…”

Twilight, looking for all the world like a puppy that had just been thoroughly kicked, shrunk into herself. “I’m sorry, Jon. I thought that the two of you were so engrossed with what you were doing that you wouldn’t even feel it,” she said, her ears flat against her skull.

Though he tried his hardest to think of something to say, Jon couldn’t quite manage it. Instead, he frowned at her as hard as he could.

“Go put your orb up and get outta here!” he demanded, pointing at the other end of the room.

“Jon, please, I was just—”

“Get.”

“The needle wasn’t even—”

"The.”

“Now you’re just bein—”

“Fuck.”

“If you would just—”

“Outta here. Now.”

Twilight stared at him nervously. She looked over at her teacher, who also didn’t look very happy with what she had just done.

“I was just trying to make the shot easier for you!” she insisted. “I’m sorry that it didn’t work out that way, but I’ve always heard that it’s easiest to get a shot when you’re distracted and—”

Both Celestia and Jon’s eyes narrowed. Irritation, disappointment, and just a smidge of bemusement grew thick in the air.

The purple princess flinched, sinking into herself under their gaze. She opened her mouth to defend herself but slowly closed it. She tried again, and failing again. After the third attempt, she just sighed.

“I’ll just… get the orb ready so I can leave,” she muttered, making her way over to the corner of the room as quickly as she could without running.

It wasn’t until she had cast her spell, made her way toward the door, and shut it behind her did the both of them relax. They both sighed, shaking their heads at the sheer outrageousness of it all.

“What the fuck is wrong with that mare?” Jon grumbled, tenderly rubbing his shoulder. “Stabbing folks out of the blue like that. And she fucking wonders why we don’t want her in here...”

Despite herself, Celestia couldn’t help but smile. “Well, my old student knows how to ruin a moment,” she joked.

The human grunted as she leaned over and nuzzled his face. “You’re telling me.”

“Did it really hurt that much?” she asked.

“It wouldn’t have been that bad if she would have told me she was gonna do it first,” he answered, his face souring slightly. “I’m fine though. My shoulder hurts but I’m fi—”

Before he could finish, Celestia leaned forward and kissed him. She wrapped a hoof around his neck and pulled him close before he could so much as blink. Her lips parted, and immediately began to tease his, silently asking for admittance.

Jon, not expecting such a sudden and aggressive kiss, twitched. He gasped into the alicorn’s mouth, looking at her with wide eyes.

Celestia’s eyes seemed to glow as she looked back at him. She let out a hum and, taking advantage of his surprise, slipped her tongue into his mouth

“Thmp!”

The human’s knees knocked together while the princess let out a happy moan. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss. Her tongue immediately found his and began to tease the wet muscle in a way that made him shiver.

Though his eyes were still wide, Jon nevertheless began to return the kiss. At first he was timid, letting her take the lead, but as the minutes ticked by he grew braver and braver. Soon, his tongue was battling hers with all of the strength that he could muster.

He wrapped an arm around her, digging his fingers into the muscles on her back. Celestia’s body jumped, sucking air through her nose, before she broke the kiss and let out a moan that shook the windows. Before he could take a breather though, she had already leaned forward and was kissing him with renewed vigor.

Time seemed to slow down. The world was filled with nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing and the taste of saliva. Their bodies began to warm up, their hearts began to pound. They began to touch each other, letting their hands and hooves wander as their kiss grew more and more intense.

“H-Hah~”

What was once just a loving, teasing kiss became a battle of the tongues. Both Celestia and Jon battled for position, trying to force their tongue into the other’s mouth. Jon, though at a slight disadvantage in that he was sitting down, fought like a lion.

He touched every part of Celestia that he could. He ran his fingers through her feathers, kneaded her flight muscles, stroked her neck and her face. He touched and tickled and teased until the princess’s eyes were glassy and her wings were at full extension.

But it was no use. Her tongue was longer, thicker, stronger than his. Even though he fought back as best as he could—groaning and gasping along with her— she slowly but surely beat his tongue into submission.

“Hmm~”

Jon mewled as Celestia growled hungrily. The smell of vanilla and the taste of wine and sugar—her taste—was beginning to overwhelm him. The chair creaked as the princess pressed more of her weight against him.

Looking into his eyes she began to rub her body against his firmly, possessively, as if she were marking him as hers. He dug his fingernails into the arms of his chair, his eyelids fluttering. His heart was pounding in his chest and his face felt like it was on fire. The butterflies that had been flying around in his stomach were beginning to flutter around with more and more urgency.

His pants were beginning to tighten. He was having trouble breathing. Celestia’s eyes were all that he could see. They were all that he wanted to see. The human was being smothered by the alicorn, and he loved it.

But then, without warning, Celestia pulled away from the kiss with a pop.

Saliva connected their lips as she, breathing hard, leaned back and sat on her haunches. “Do not worry about your shoulder, my little human,” she huskily panted, her eyes shamelessly drinking in his bare chest. “I will do my best to help you ignore the pain~”

Jon, breathing hard, sat up in his chair as she grinned at him. Her horn glowed, and with a spell her royal finery was gone, leaving her as naked as a pony could be. This time, it was his gaze that began to wander.

He looked up and down the princess’s form. A body that he had come to admire. A body that he had, in time, grown attracted to. It was right there, waiting for him to explore, to touch and grope and squeeze.

Dryly gulping, he tried to stand up. Before his butt had left the chair, however, the princess darted forward and kissed him again. Surprised, he sat back heavily as she touched his chest with a wing

“Sit back a moment, Jon,” she asked, licking her lips. “I wasn’t able to unwrap my present completely the other day. So, if it’s alright with you, I’ll like to see that to completion.”

Before Jon could open his mouth to answer, Celestia was already unbuttoning his pants. “I, um, well,” he shuttered, reddening even further as she licked her lips.

With a flick of her wing, his pants were off. After that, she pulled his socks off and tossed them over her shoulder.

Once again, he found himself in nothing but his underwear—which, just like last time, felt far too tight— before the red-faced, panting princess.

“There we are,” she cooed, running a wingtip down his chest. “Just as perfect as I remember…”

The wing traveled lower and lower. It made its way down his chest, past his belly button, until it was at the elastic on his boxers. Lips slightly parted, Celestia continued to trace the tip of her feather across the fabric.

“I could just eat you up…”

Jon gasped as it made its way up the rather impressive tent that he was pitching. He could feel the softness of her feathers through the cloth. His body tensed and his cock throbbed, staining the inside of his underwear with pre.

Celestia, seeing the dollop of wetness seeping through his boxers, chuckled lewdly. “My, my, it seems that you need this just as much as I,” she murmured, leaning down so that the tip of her muzzle was just touching the tip of his length.

Jon sucked in a lungful of air while she let out a quiet groan. Her touch was light enough he could just feel her. A bolt of pleasure made his hips buck gently, causing his length to drag across her face.

Celestia groaned again, her nostrils flaring as she breathed in his scent. “Hmm~. There’s nothing quite like the smell of a young stallion,” she murmured, tugging his underwear down another inch and licking her lips. “The taste is also something to admire. So salty~”

She kissed his tip again, her tongue slipping out of his mouth to lap at his pre-soaked boxers.

“Fucking hell…” the human quietly hissed, his toes curling.

The fact that there was a magical, ever-so-slightly glowing orb watching the two from the ceiling went by the wayside as the Princess of the Sun continued to tease him. In fact, nearly everything was forgotten as he looked down between his legs.

“Celestia,” he whined, the chair creaking again as he pushed against its arms.

The princess, with a small grin on her face, gave his boxers a hard tug.

Jon groaned, his toes curling as his sensitive cockhead dragged against the fabric. Celestia tugged on his underwear again. He lifted up his hips, his eyes glued to hers and his breathing ragged.

“Come on, get it off,” he demanded. “Get the stupid thing off! Please!”

With a final tug, his member was freed from the confines of the too-restricted clothing. Throbbing, it sprung up and slapped the princess on the cheek. Celestia gasped quietly while he groaned.

His hips bucked against the silky-smooth fur of her cheek. His back arched at the feeling of her wonderfully soft fur. Breathing hard, he bucked again. His cock throbbed, spurting pre into the alicorn’s cheek. Seeing this, he let out another groan and began bucking his hips wildly.

He would have continued grinding his length against her face until he coated her face with his seed, if not for the fact that Celestia, with a throaty hum, suddenly pinned him against the chair with her hooves.

“There, there, my little human,” she said, leaning back so that she could get a better look at his maleness. “There’s no need to rush. We have all night for our fun. Now let me get a look at you.”

Licking the pre off of her cheek—making sure that her human lover was watched while she did so—the princess took a moment to inspect his rock hard, throbbing member.

She raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise coming to her face. “Oh my, I believe that I should begin calling you “my big human from now on,” she commented, giving his length a stroke with her hoof. “It is a good deal longer than I was expecting. Thicker too. The head is a bit off, but I imagine that it’ll help make this experience a very pleasurable one.”

Jon grunted. “You don’t have to p-play it up for m-my benefit—” He pause briefly as she traced his tip. “—Princess. I’m a b-big boy, I don—”

“I am not a mare that lies to her lovers, Jonathan,” Celestia interrupted, her eyes glued to his length. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing at all.”

Licking her lips, she leaned forward and blew on his length. Jon’s hips rolled at the sensation, though he managed to keep himself from moaning.

“I can see that you don’t have a knot of any kind, which is very nice,” Celestia continued, reaching down with her other hoof to play with his balls. “And while a stallion is a bit larger than you, you’re thicker.”

She smiled up at him as she positioned her mouth right over his tip. “Now, with that business done, let’s have a taste~”

Without another word, she took his cockhead into her mouth and began to suckle.

The chair’s arms creaked as Jon’s body jerked in both surprise and unexpected pleasure. “C-Christ!”

She began to tease his length with the tip of her tongue, tasting the unique flavor of his cum and his member. Her pace was slow, unhurried, careful. It had been a long time since she had been between a stallion’s legs like this, so she wanted to take her time and see what her new lover liked.

Her caution was not needed however, as Jon shut his eyes tightly. “M-Motherfucker…” he groaned, reaching down to that he could put a hand on the alicorn’s head. Quietly panting, he gave her head a little nudge.

The princess, taking the hint, began to bop. She took more and more of his length, lewdly slurping and sucking. Her tongue began to play more of a role, coiling around his length and squeezing.

Jon began to run his fingers through her mane. He kept his eyes closed, savoring the feeling of her hot, wet mouth, her soft lips as they slide along his length, her tongue.

“That’s fucking nice,” he muttered. “That’s real fucking nice…”

Up and down, up and down. One moment she was kissing and licking his tip, the next she was groaning as she took over half of his length into her mouth, the second after that she was rubbing her lips against the underside of his shaft.

With each bob, Jon could feel himself getting closer. The arm chairs creaked and groaned as he pushed against them, his body tensing and bucking and curling. His toes curled, his fingers dug into the wood of the chair. He found that he couldn’t quite catch his breath.

“Fucking, fucking, fuck…”

Celestia’s groaned again, prompting him to open his eyes. What he saw blew him away.

The princess’s cheeks and chin were coated in pre and saliva. Her cheeks were concaved as she sucked on him hard. Her mane bounced against her neck with each bob of her head. She was looking up at him pleadingly, groaning around his length. She looked messy, disheveled, not at all like the powerful, strong princess that he had come to know.

She wanted him to finish. She wanted to taste him. Wanted to feel him throb wildly into her mouth until he was coating her tongue with his seed.

Whimpering, she pulled back until just his tip was in her mouth. She then began taking inch after inch into her maw. Jon expected her stop at the halfway point, but she didn’t. She continued past the halfway point, down and down and down.

She stopped a few inches from the base. Closing her eyes, she swallowed.

Jon threw back his head and groaned. “Oh sweet Jesus…”

His tip found itself in a place that felt even tighter and warmer than her mouth. Looking down, he noticed that Celestia’s muzzle was pressed up against his lower belly.

She had taken every inch of him. His cock was in her throat.

The thought was more than enough to send him over the edge.

“MotherfuckerI’mgonnaCUM!”

Celestia’s eyes widened as she felt his manhood throb hard in her mouth. Knowing what that meant, coupled with his shout, gave her more than enough time to pull back so that just his tip was in her mouth.

The first shot of sperm was fired out of his tip with so much force that it felt like someone flicked her tongue. The princess couldn’t help but flinch before groaning hungrily, swallowing the mouthful just as another spurt was fired.

One of her hooves began to gently squeeze his balls while the other began to stroke his spit-covered length as quickly as she could.

She swallowed again, drinking his cum as quickly as it came. She tried to swallow a third time but misjudged the spurt and accidently gagged. Instead of pulling back however, she instead pushed forward and swallowed over half of his length, tears in her eyes and cum dripping from the corners of her mouth.

Jon’s eyes crossed. A thunderous crack filled the air as the chair’s arms finally gave way, splintering into a million pieces and falling to the floor.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” he growled as the princess did her best to milk him.

Nearly two minutes passed before his cock was spent. When he had, in fact, stopped firing he let himself go limp against the chair with a groan.

With a muffled giggle, Celestia began to run her tongue along his length as best as she could, lapping up all the cum that she may have missed.

Jon weakly squirmed, swearing as she slowly slid her lips off of him, letting his cock fall from her mouth followed by a thick dribble of spit and spunk. Sitting back, she showed him the cum coating her tongue before closing her mouth and swallowing.

Jon groaned again, letting his eyes slip close as he did his best to catch his breath.

“It seems that you had more to give than I expected,” the Princess of the Sun said, licking her lips.

Though the effort was herculean, Jon slowly lifted a hand to his face. “I don’t care… if I can get you pregnant or… not,” he panted, running the slightly hand through his hair. “I’m going to… fucking marry you after this.” He exhaled explosively through his nose. “Jesus… I came so hard that I’m seeing… stars…”

“Well, I’m very happy that my skill hasn’t deteriorated as much as I thought,” Celestia said with a grin.

Eyes still closed, Jon reached out with a free hand and touched her muzzle. “Just give me… a couple of minutes and I’ll get… you too,” he promised. “All I need to do is—”

Before he could finish his sentence his whole body wildly jerked, nearly sending him to the floor. Gasping, he managed to catch himself at the last minute, his eyes widening. Celestia flinched at the unexpected and violent movement, her eyes widening as well.

“What the… hell?” he said, looking down at the floor. “What’s…”

His heartbeat began to grow louder and louder. He could feel the blood pumping in his veins, feel the heart pounding in his chest. A loud, nearly overwhelming ringing came to his ears. He licked his suddenly dry lips, frowning as he tasted blackberries. His stomach began doing flips, and his vision began to spin.

Groaning, he closed his eyes as a wave of nausea overcame him.

“Jon? Jonathan?”

Jon’s head snapped up when he felt something on his shoulder. It felt as soft and as warm as anything that he had ever touched. A warm, tingling feeling began to creep down his arm and up his neck.

Looking up, he saw that Celestia was staring down at him in concern, her muzzle still coated in spit and cum. “Jonathan? What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice deeper and slightly distorted. “Are you alright?”

Blinking owlishly, Jon looked down at his hands. They looked three sizes too big for his body. It also appeared that he had grown an extra five fingers for both hands.

“What kind of Willy Wonka drug did Twi shoot me with?” he murmured—his own voice slow and distorted to his ears—opening and closing his hands. “Why is it—ohgod!”

Originating from his chest, a heat exploded throughout his body. It was a fiery, painful heat, the same kind one would feel when eating far too spicy food, but a million times worse.

“Cunting… pissing… fucking…” Jon growled, gritting his teeth and holding his stomach.

The nausea that he had been feeling quickly dissipated. It was replaced by another feeling, one that he couldn’t readily identify.

It was painful, but pleasurable. It burned yet felt soothing. Because of it, every breath felt different. Every little movement that he made, every blink, every twitch felt unbelievable.

His balls began to tighten. His cock, which had been hanging limp, became so hard that it was almost painful.

“Owowowowowowo!” he whined, gritting his teeth.

The ringing in his ears became so loud that it was the only thing that he could hear. A thin sheen of sweat coated his naked body as he became hotter and hotter. The world spun so quickly that it was all that he could do not to throw up.

Then, all at once, the ringing stopped and the world sat still. The heat was still there, but it was moving away from his extremities. That overwhelming hotness left his head, his arms, the tips of his toes, and began making its way toward his groin.

More and more blood poured into his cock, making it so engorged that it felt like something was going to pop. His balls, meanwhile, felt like they were growing to be three sizes larger than they were supposed to be. He jerked and he twitched, not knowing whether to moan in pleasure or scream in pain. Eventually this feeling began to stop as well, allowing him to catch his breath.

“Son… of… a bitch….

Looking down, he saw that his length stood ramrod stiff. It looked longer, thicker than he remembered it. The veins along his shaft stood out very clearly. His cockhead was a deep red. A steady stream of precum was leaking out the tip and making its way down toward his now very fat, very swollen balls.

Breathing hard, Jon looked up Celestia. “That was a… million times worse… than I thought it was going… to be,” he managed to say.

He reached down and gently poked at his manhood. It throbbed in response, sending a jet of cum from his tip onto his belly.

He winced as a bolt of pleasure shot up his body. “Fuck. Sensitive,” he wheezed, looking back up at the princess..

The alicorn’s eyes were glued to his member. She was biting her lip, and he could see that her nostrils were flaring once again. With each inhale, she began to squirm, a look of want and desperation making its way onto her face. Seeing her smelling the air, he took a whiff as well. He managed half a lungful before his eyes widened in surprise.

The scent of Celestia’s arousal seemed stronger now, more enticing. It smelled amazing, better than anything that he had smelled in his life. He wanted to bath in that scent, have it fill him so fully that it would always be with him.

With each breath, his mind began to grow hazy. His cock throbbed hard, wetly slapping against his belly. He bit his lip hard to keep from moaning. Leaning forward, he gently cupped the princess’s face and forced her to look up at him.

“Celestia,” he said breathlessly. “I know you were probably expecting that I was going to return the favor for what you just—” His body tensed as a wave of unbridled lust tore through his body. “—did for me. And I want to. I really, really want to, and I can if you want.”

Another burst of primal hunger made him close his eyes and whimper. Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead against hers and took a few deep, shaky breaths.

“But, could we maybe get to the fucking? Please?” he pleaded. “Whatever Twilight stuck me with is killing me.” The backs of his heels slammed against the bottom of the chair as his cock throbbed again, drenching his cock with cum. He squeezed Celestia’s cheeks together, his face scrunching up as if he were in pain. “I need to fuck something. I need to fuck you right now. Please.”

Celestia was quiet as he looked up at her with big, pathetic eyes. Her gaze traveled down toward his cum-stained member. She smelled the air once more, quivering when his musk hit her nose.

Though her mind was becoming hazy, and her tail was flagging high for all to see, she gave her soon to be lover a smile. “Jonathan,” she murmured, nuzzling his face. “Please. Do with me what you will.”

Jon’s broken chair was kicked halfway across the room as the human, panting hard, hopped to his feet. “Thank you,” he whispered, kissing her nose. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

The princess was about to turn herself around to that she could present herself to him, but she wasn’t quick enough. Jon stepped away from the alicorn and darted back toward her flank at a speed that would have made the Wonderbolts envious.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said, over and over again, grabbing her cheeks and spreading them apart to reveal her soaked, swollen, perfect white lips. “Thank you, thank you.”

The two had planned to make love in their bed, to fall asleep in each other’s embrace after everything was over, but there was no time. The two were far too gone. To them the bed may as well have been a million miles away.

Jon whimpered as he positioned himself against Celestia. Both groaned when his cockhead brushed against her warm, wet folds. The human’s hips jerked, and his fingers dug into her flanks with such force that it would most likely leave bruises.

Celestia’s back arched at the rough treatment. She pressed her backside against his groin, wiggling her hips.

Jon’s hips jerked with such force that he nearly fell over as his member slid along her marehood. His cock throbbed, sending a sizeable spurt of cum onto the floor.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he continued to chant as he positioned himself. “Thank you.”

With one smooth motion, his cock parted the princess’s folds and the first few inches of his maleness sunk into her depths. He groaned, shutting his eyes.

Celestia felt far tighter than she had any right to be. Her insides were amazingly hot and so wet than his entry had been almost completely frictionless. He could feel her inner muscles spasm and tense, massaging and milking his cock in ways that he had never thought possible.

This was when the realization that the princess wasn’t human came back in full force. She was different, from her cunny to her snout she was completely alien. A woman didn’t feel like this. A woman didn’t feel this hot. A woman’s lips didn’t hug his shaft this tightly and grip it like she didn’t want him to go.

And he just couldn’t bring himself to care. Not even a little bit.

Whimpering again, he pulled back and thrust forward again, forcing more of his length into her. Celestia’s inner muscles rippled along his length, making his eyes cross and stealing his breath. The princess bit her lip hard. He had to grit his teeth to keep himself from cumming.

Taking a few shaky breaths to steady himself, he pulled back until just his tip was inside her before he savagely slammed himself forward. Both him and Celestia rocked forward as he hilted in one smooth motion. A wet, meaty smack filled the air as his pelvis met her rump.

“A-Ah~!” the princess groaned, her flank tensing as she threw back her head. “Oh, by the stars! Just like that Jon! Just like that!”

Jon began to fuck the princess hard a hard, fast pace. The air was filled with groans and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Celestia’s wings began to extend as she pushed herself backwards with each thrust. Each time that he hilted, she would grind herself against his lap with such force that she’d nearly knock him off his feet.

“Harder,” Celestia commanded. “Harder.”

Jon, hugging his lover tightly, began thrusting faster and faster. He could already feel that familiar ticklish sensation coming on. His cock was twitching hard and often, freely leaking cum into the alicorn’s welcoming marehood.

Even though he had just cum not a five minutes ago, the drug was doing its job. He was sensitive, his balls were churning, and he was nearly ready to cum. He tried to stave off his orgasm for as long as he could, tried to slow down so that he could enjoy the sights, sounds, and feelings that came with fucking the princess, his princess, but Celestia would have none of that.

Almost as if she knew that he was nearing his end, the princess began slamming her big, jiggly rump against his pelvis, forcing him to hilt again and again and again. Her tail also snaked around his middle, keeping him from pulling away.

“Come on, my little human, cum,” she growled, her mane whipping back and forth through the air as she slammed herself against him. “Fill me up. Make me a mommy. Cum in me. Cum in me!”

Jon groaned, wrapping his arms around her barrel and thrusting as hard and as fast as he could. He managed a dozen more jerky, needy thrusts before he found himself racing through the finish line. He bent forward, burying his face into the alicorn’s mane and biting the back of her neck.

“Fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He continued to wildly buck his hips as the first spurt of cum fired from his cock, painting the princess’s insides. Celestia groaned, her back-legs nearly buckling as her inner muscles milked him for his seed. The human cursed, thrusting as spurt after massive spurt fired from his tip into the princess.

Her marehood was soon drenched in the human’s seed. She could feel it churning inside of her, sloshing as his throbbing length continued to pump in and out of her. After the tenth or eleventh load, Celestia found her orgasm as well.

“YES!”” she screamed, her back arching. “Oh stars above, yes!

Her marehood began squeezing his cock hard as a mixture of his and her cum flowed out of her and onto the carpet. She could feel his cum leaking down her marehood, feel it coating her rump and making its way down toward her teats. She was so full. So incredibly, amazingly, fantastically full.

The two of them stood there, shaking and moaning, until their orgasms died down.

Jon, panting, slowly buckled, falling to the ground. Celestia, just as exhausted as him, sunk down with him. The two sat there for a few moments catching their breath.

“Now to keep… all of the cum inside,” Celestia said, her horn glowing.

There was a pop, and a small buttplug appeared. As Jon’s cum-stained cock began to soften, she levitated the plug downward. When the human’s cock slid out of Celestia cunny with a wet plop, she replaced it with the plug.

It might not have been the most elegant of things, but neither she nor Twilight had been able to think of a better way to keep all of the cum inside of her.

Celestia groaned when she felt the plastic sex toy inside of her. She wiggled her hips, making sure that it wouldn’t accidently fall out and send all of her little human’s cum spilling out.

She liked that cum where it was, thank you very much. It was going to be the cum that gave her what she had wanted for a thousand years.

Sweaty and exhausted, but smiling happily, Celestia rested her head against the carpet and closed her eyes. Jon, only half-conscious at this point, slowly crawled around and flopping down beside her.

Hooves and arms intertwined. Jon found himself with his face buried in the princess’s sweaty tuft while she nuzzled the top of his head. One of his hands found its way to her back. The other went to her belly. Celestia hummed, extending a wing and placing it over him as she ran a hoof gently up his spine.

The two were quiet for a long while, basking in the glow of their orgasms.

“Yep. Prince Jon is sounding pretty good right now,” Jon said out of the blue. “Jesus Christ was that fantastic.” He squirmed against her. “I’m not going to be able to walk for a couple fucking days at least…”

Celestia chuckled. “I’m very happy that you think so. You were as superb as I thought you would be.”

Jon sighed, nuzzling his face deeper into her tuft. “Celestia?”

“Yes my little human?”

“I love you..”

The princess looked down at him, her smile widening. Nuzzling the top of his head, she said, “I love you too, my little human.”

In a matter of moments, the two were fast asleep, sweaty and exhausted, but happier than either had been in a long time.

Meanwhile, Twilight—who was busy fanning herself with her notepad in the room over—used her orb to inspect the mess that her old teacher and friend had caused.

The carpet was stained with cum. Pieces of chair were littered throughout the room. Clothes and bits of regalia had been haphazardly thrown every which way, with a horseshoe finding itself lodged in the wall. And then there was Jonathan and Celestia themselves, sweaty and cum-covered and looking absolutely and utterly satisfied.

Awkwardly clearing her throat, she opened her notepad once more and began to write. “S-Su—Ahem. Subjects have successfully completed coitus. Sperm production exceeded expectations.” She let out a puff of air, leaning back into her chair. “Far exceeded expectations.”