"I'd like to officially welcome everypony to the Canterlot County Fair!" I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. A small smile for the crowd and my mirror smiled back. "This event has been a part of Canterlot's culture for over a hundred and fifty years now—" thank you, flashcards, "—but this is the first time in history that members of so many nations have been present! We have dragons, changelings, the three pony tribes, even yaks!"
I paused, trying to remember to exercise breath control as I waved my hoof around, attempting to accentuate my speech with the rhythm of my body, my wings outstretched to draw more attention to me. I could see from the mirror how neat and tidy they looked, but I still couldn't get used to the tiara on my head. "All of this is proof that Equestria has developed greatly in the past few generations, and it's thanks to all of you that such a shared celebration has been made possible! As such, I want you all to take a short moment to thank yourself for everything you've put into the values of friendship and acceptance."
I still wasn't sure if that line was a little too much, I didn't want to come across as patronising. I mean, sure, I might have been the Princess of Friendship, but did ponies really need me telling them whether they should be proud of themselves? I underlined the offending sentence and moved on, making sure I would come back to it. "Considering the occasion, I thought I'd start things off with a—" a snicker demolished my train of thought, and I turned around with a snap. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, nothing," Thunderlane said, waving a hoof as he continued to laugh. "I just love how into it you get. You'd think this was the most important event ever or something."
I gave him a measured look before allowing a smile to creep onto my face—he had a habit of drawing those out of me. "You do realise I'd much rather be doing anything else, right? Heck, I bet spending a day apple bucking has got to be more enjoyable than this."
"Depends, do you finally wanna tone up your hind legs?" Thunderlane asked, a curious eyebrow raised. "You do talk about it an awful lot, usually when you've reached the bottom of a bucket of ice cream."
He didn't duck in time to avoid the pillow I flung at his head. He was fast, but not dodge alicorn magic fast. "I'm serious, Thunder. Do you know how many of these freaking speeches I've had to give in the last couple of years? I don't anymore!" I bet my eyes looked bloodshot right then, I bet they really communicated my stress with the whole situation, but I wouldn't know because for the first time in hours I wasn't looking at my reflection, trying to bolster my non-verbal communication.
If I did show any signs of irritation, my coltfriend really did a bad job at picking up on them. "I mean, if you aren't happy with it, why did you go and decide to become a princess? Librarians don't have to give a public speech every other week, you know."
Before I could give him a stern and coarsely worded answer, he closed the gap between us and pressed his lips against my cheek, quelling the rising protest in my throat as I picked up his scent, strong and musky—he'd definitely been pushing himself at work. "Hey, I can dream, right?"
"Orrr, you could make this a little more fun for yourself."
Please, anything to break the monotony. "How so?" I asked, a glint in my eye as I looked him over. He'd taken off his uniform and allowed his wings to splay out, stretching his muscular body and adjusting to the freedom of nudity.
"Simple. Why don't you see how much of that speech you can recite with your lips wrapped around my cock?"
"Such a gentleman," I tittered, though in reality my face burned scarlet and I knew I was terrible at hiding it. "Take it you're feeling pent up?"
"And you're not?" he laughed, putting a foreleg over my withers and guiding me over to the couch. "All you've been doing is rehearsing all day, I'll bet. Relax a little, Twilight." He punctuated his command with a soft string of kisses, beginning at my spine and rolling his way up to the back of my neck as my wings unfurled, twitching in appreciation. If there was one thing that idiot knew how to do, it was relax me.
Each kiss he peppered me with was like a little message in my mind; they told me that he missed me and that he'd been waiting to see me, that he was excited to be doing this, things the stolid joker of a stallion would never say, words too effeminate to leave his mouth but almost synonymous with the gentle brush of his lips, a loving caress against my fur.
Maybe rehearsal didn't matter right now. Maybe if I'd carried on, I would have burnt out. Maybe I didn't believe any of that but was simply looking for an excuse to enjoy myself.
"Mmh... I should really be practising," I said, but my heart wasn't in my words and he knew it. I let out a little squeal as he licked the sensitive spot at the side of my neck, feeling short, sharp tremors course along the base of my spine as he began to wrap his hooves around my barrel, holding me tight. "The speech is only in a couple of hours..."
"You'll be fine," he assured me, kissing up to my ear and brushing his muzzle against it as his hooves began to traipse over my wings, playing with my primaries—I'd had them a couple of years now, but they were still so sensitive! I couldn't help but let loose a playful giggle, my chest vibrating as he ran his legs over me, curling tighter into a loving embrace. "Just enjoy the moment?"
I snickered as I flipped around, an oppositional smile gracing my lips. "How could I ever enjoy a single moment with a stallion as irritating as you?"
He answered me with a tackle, pinning me to the couch and draping his wings over mine as he kissed my neck, my chin, my cheeks, coating every inch of my fur in soft, affectionate kisses from smooth, affectionate lips. "I don't know, how could you? It's not like you're a stick in the mud or anything."
With a flash of my horn, I disappeared from beneath him, causing him to fall face first into the couch with an 'oof!' as I shot back into reality a few inches above him, unceremoniously dropping on top of him and holding him down. I always won our little scuffles. Now it was my turn to explore, my hooves trailing over his muscular wings all the way to the base of his spine where they met in small, teasing touches as he struggled to withhold a groan. It was cute when he pretended it didn't affect him.
Still, I knew how to draw a moan out of him. I incorporated my lips into the motions, letting the soft caress of my tongue replace the massage of my hooves as I nipped and licked over the base of his wingbone, moving down to the feathers as the appendage stiffened in my hooves, his breath rate increasing as I took the tip in my mouth and sucked on it a little. I'd never get used to that sensation, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't tried it on myself a few times.
Clearly, my practice was paying off, because he was squirming beneath me in bliss, not even trying to get up and overpower me. It was rare to see Thunderlane have this little fight in him, so naturally, I was wary of his actions. Maybe he was trying to make me drop my guard, waiting for an opportunity to get me back? "You alright down there?" I purred, running soft hooves down his spine and rubbing over the small of his back as he let loose a small sigh of satisfaction, eyes closed and muzzle firmly planted against a cushion.
"Yeah... This feels pretty relaxing. Sure you don't wanna get back to your speech?"
"Don't tempt me," I laughed as I levitated over a small bottle of vanilla massage oil, popping the cork and placing a small amount of the residue onto my hooves. The liquid was slippery and thick, but it worked itself into Thunder's fur easily enough, gliding over him as he hummed in appreciation, as I worked my way into every area of tension on his body and slowly relaxed and calmed him with my motions.
I could feel the rise and fall of his chest from where I sat atop him, his back slowly shifting as I spent longer there than I honestly needed to, enjoying the liberation of holding this big, strong stallion beneath me, of giving him the relief he deserved after a long day of flying, training, and travelling.
"Twilight?" he perked up just as I was returning to his other wing, the activity reflective of the bond between us. His feathers were so soft, I could have played with them for hours, but for now, I focused on using my mouth to straighten them out, gently licking and nipping at the errant ones as I made him look not only presentable but absolutely perfect.
"Yes?" I may have cooed a little, don't judge me. I had this impossibly sexy stallion's wings right in front of me, and I was barely resisting the urge to smush my face in them. "Something the matter?"
"Nono, nothing like that," he smiled, and if I knew Thunderlane, I'd say it was a dangerous smile. "Do you maybe wanna have a little fun later? I've had a bit of an idea."
"Idea?" Images of whips, costumes, and toys flashed in my mind, and I almost bit down on him right there and then. "Of course I'm up for an idea... What is it?"
"It'll ruin it if I give it away, but let's just say it involves you not being able to see me."
"Oh?" I paused in my manoeuvres, intrigued by the thought. "You mean a blindfold?"
"Not quite, actually. I was thinking you could use that magic of yours to make me invisible."
It took me a few seconds, but I was able to drag the knowledge from my steadily growing repertoire. "Yeah, I know a spell like that. It's something I have to consciously maintain though, and I'm not sure how taxing it is. It's not really something I've tried before."
"Heh, try it later?" Thunderlane said, the beginning of a devious smirk on his lips. "I've got a few thoughts on how I could liven up the fare."
I could feel my expression hardening as I pressed down on his back with force, causing his spine to click as he let out a short growl, "Hey, you can't go around messing everything up for me, Thunder. I know I complain about these things, but they're still pretty important. If Celestia caught me helping you ruin this? I really don't want to imagine her reaction."
"Relax, silly," he said from under me as I continued to rub at him. "I wouldn't do anything to wreck the place, who do you think I am?"
"An idiot, that's who."
"Love you too, babe."
I sighed, wondering if I was being a tad too harsh. I probably wasn't. "...what would you do, then?" I was going to regret asking that, I'm sure, but screw it, I was pretty sure I could trust him by now.
"That'd spoil it! Hell, if you really thought I was messing things up for you, all you'd have to do is cancel the spell. You're in control, after all."
I thought that over for a moment, and it did seem to make a lot of sense. If Thunderlane began misbehaving, I could always do just that and he'd be forced to stop messing about. "Won't it look weird if my horn's active all the time?"
"Just levitate something at the same time."
I raised a hoof to protest, my mouth opening, but he cut me off.
"Don't tell me you can't, I've seen you maintain five spells at once before. You're incredibly talented when you're not being a snarky little ass."
I felt a small blush cross my cheeks at the backhanded compliment, and before I knew it I was beating him with a sofa cushion as the pair of us giggled, suddenly rolling around on the floor and fighting for dominance. When we came out, he was on top of me, and looking up into his eyes, I could see beneath the short breaths and the heaving of our chests as they pressed together with a deep emotion and appreciation, all for me.
I was proud to be the mare Thunder was open around. Feeling adventurous, I pushed up and planted a soft kiss against his lips, slowly deepening it as I ran a hoof through his rough mane, our eyes simultaneously closing as we explored a new moment of passion together.
"So," he said as he pulled away, his lips pulling my bottom one down as he backed up and gave me a pointed look. "Can I be invisible later?"
"Promise you won't do anything stupid."
"...I can't promise that. I can, however, promise that I won't do anything you won't like."
Okay, that was too tempting of an offer to refuse. Stupid was basically guaranteed with Thunder half the time, but that's probably why I loved him so much. I'd rather him than a boring, predictable stallion any day. "Fine, but if you screw up, I'm making you cook for a week. Deal?"
We shook hooves like the transactional business ponies we were, and Thunderlane quickly went back to enjoying my body, the room fading in my peripherals as I focused on each distinct sensation he brought about, getting me hotter as the upcoming speech became a distant thought in the back of my mind, one I'd get back to whenever he was done and not a minute before.
Fuck, I needed this. One of his hooves was circling my belly as he kissed on my neck, nibbling down to my collarbones and across to my withers before trailing his way back with his tongue, small, teasing, and repetitive motions offset by the switching of his hoof's rhythm, throwing everything out of whack even as it fell into place, identical but different.
When I allowed my eyes scope of my surroundings again, I could see him beginning to rub at his unsheathed cock with a hoof, slowly pumping it as he continued to massage my body, his wings stiffened and his lip bitten as I spread myself out for him, spreading my hind legs and swishing my tail to the side, letting it run over his haunches as he sat beside me. He could take me right now. In fact, I desperately wanted him to.
Apparently, he had another idea in mind. When he caught me making eyes at him, he shook his head and gestured downwards, pointing at his already growing hardness.
"Nuh-uh," I said instantly, my eyes stern. "Do you even know how long I've been speaking in that mirror today? I'm not sucking cock right now, no way."
"You sure?" Thunder smirked as he rubbed a small measure of spittle into his head, gliding his hoof down to the medial ring and lathering himself up. "You always seem more eager to please than that."
"When's the last time you made it up to me?" I snarled, suddenly on the defensive. "You haven't gone down on me in like three days." I pouted for good measure, that was sure to piss him off.
"You haven't blown me since this morning!" My silly Thunder took a few seconds to rethink that statement as his cheeks flushed. "That's not the point! I go down on you spontaneously, you only suck me off if we're about to fuck!"
Huh, guess he had a point there. I really needed to get over my addiction to practicality. "Alright, alright, I'll start giving you more spontaneous blowjobs, but not right now. Gotta keep my throat in good shape for later, can't have you pounding it right now."
"Ehh, fine, you're going to regret it later though." Thunderlane stood then, stretching his wings and cracking his neck as he pushed his forelegs forwards. "I'm gonna leave you to get back to it, sweetie. I'll see you in Canterlot later, okay?"
"You're not sticking around?"
"You need your practice, and I'll probably just bug you if I stick around." He kissed my cheek; at least it would feel as if he was there a little longer. "Let's get a hotel tonight, okay? I think between this place and Canterlot, I'm getting too used to castles and palaces."
"Sure, sure, feel free to book us a place."
"Alright, see ya!" he went to leave, and as always, turned at the last moment. "Love you, Twilight."
"I love you too, Thunder." and I did, I really did, but now he was gone, and I couldn't spend the next couple of hours daydreaming about him, I had a speech to prepare for.
The Canterlot County Fair had gone splendidly up until now, almost too splendidly.
I'd arrived early to help out with the preparations, and when ponies arrived, everything seemed to come together without any issue. Thunderlane popped up early on, telling me he'd booked us a room in the Whiny Inn and again begging me to cast that silly spell on him. The disappointing part was that I'd had the damn thing active for almost forty minutes now and not a single entertaining thing had happened.
Maybe I'd simply missed the funny part, maybe I was too preoccupied somewhere else. Celestia called me over to greet guests, and the two of us caught up a little between words of welcome, then before I knew it, I was helping to affix clumsily placed decorations.
My speech was drawing closer, and I couldn't wait to get it out of the way. I paced around the side of the podium as the time crawled onwards, each hand of the large marketplace clock appearing as frozen as I became more and more impatient. I wasn't nervous, I had my speech memorised and a bunch of flashcards on my person in case I had any difficulty, but the wait was boring as hell.
Here's hoping Thunder looks after me later, I could use a hoof massage and a wither rub right now. That and the rut he promised me with his eyes earlier.
Seriously, talk about leaving a mare high and dry, he got me going and then turned around and left! Part of me wondered if it was because I refused to blow him, or if he was just intent on winding me up as usual. I could never get my mind around that handsome prick. Needless to say, I'd been a little distracted since and had even considered taking a break from my rehearsal and playing with myself a bit, but unfortunately, time didn't permit me any fun when big royal events came up.
Still, time to get my head out of the clouds. I've gotta go up there in a minute and be professional, not thinking about all of the sex I could be having if I wasn't stuck here being boring. Princessly, Princess of Friendship. Tact and decorum. Intelligence and empathy. Just manage not to daydream about him on stage, fuck.
"Princess Twilight, you're up," Luna called, pointing to the stage and podium with a hoof, somewhere for me to place my flashcards against. I felt the clink of my regal horseshoes as I stepped up onto the wooden platform, the crowd of faces easily in the hundreds, maybe the thousands.
I'd like to say that crowds didn't bother me in the slightest these days, but I could still feel all of their eyes on me as I climbed on stage and looked out at them. Glancing around, I realised that there wasn't anyone behind me, as the platform was pressed firmly against one of Canterlot's outer walls, but before me, there were faces from below, and in the distance, even a level above as ponies looked out of windows to catch a glimpse of their princess.
Still, at least they didn't have a three hundred and sixty-degree view on me—that made me feel just a little bit less claustrophobic.
To the right of the main group of ponies were yaks, and further right still a small group of dragons, none of them less than ten times larger than Ember, who was also present at the head of the group. Changelings stood and mingled with ponies, which made me glad to see, but the conversation seemed to be fizzling out as I took my place, attuning my voice enhancement spell.
I looked out amongst the crowd, hoping to see my coltfriend, but almost jabbed myself when I realised how idiotic that was considering I was literally making him invisible right now. Maybe nerves were getting to me after all. It'd be nice if he was on stage with me right now, it might make me feel a little better.
The hush came about with trumpet-fare as planned, a small battalion of armoured guards playing an official tune to mark the occasion, everyone in attendance diverting their attention to the stage, directly to me.
Alright, Twilight, first line. "Hi!" I cheerily called out, mentally berating myself for colloquially starting a speech again. Every freaking time. Time to pull it back with the bit I was actually meant to say. "I'd like to officially welcome everypony to the Canterlot County Fair!"
There was a large surge of cheers as I finished my magically amplified sentence, and it took a touch of the pressure off of me. At least these ponies were receptive to what I said, rather than looking as if they were scrutinising me, waiting for me to make a mistake. Still, so many eyes. "Ahem," I could feel my throat tightening a little as I fumbled for my next line, but my breath came out in a slow, calm stream as I felt two familiar hooves rub against my barrel. Wait...
I glanced around, but there was no one there. It didn't take long for me to realise what was going on, and I pushed back with a hind leg to test my theory. As far as I could see, my leg hit nothing, but I could feel the body behind me, gently stroking and nuzzling me as I managed to retain my calm. Thunderlane was going to comfort me through the speech. That was so fucking adorable it almost hurt.
Still, the crowd were patiently waiting as he planted small kisses against my withers, completely unseen by any of the surrounding ponies. He worked his way up me as I started to recite my next line, softly whispering in my ear 'I told you you'd regret it' and almost cutting me off mid-sentence.
I felt a light warmth beginning to grow in my belly as I guessed at what he might be insinuating. I didn't need to guess for long as he began to kiss down my back, moving down to my thighs and snaking his tongue around them as I struggled to maintain my composure, standing as still as I could and continuing to speak to the audience, my voice lightly quaking along with my hooves.
My horn was burning a little brighter now, I was sure of it, and my pussy was definitely slick because the asshole had started rubbing his hoof against it, and fuck did it feel good... It shouldn't have though, he shouldn't have been touching me there right now! If we got caught like this, it would be ridiculously embarrassing, not to mention publically indecent, but he just kept rubbing little swirls around my clit without a care in the world as I stood there biting my lip, pretending to 'umm' over the next line of my speech as I noticed the crowd beginning to exchange glances; I had to win them back before they realised that something was up.
"S-so, when I was a foal..." I was coming up with complete bullshit on the spot but what the hell else was I meant to do when Thunder was rubbing and flicking against my swollen clit like that, teasing me so much? "I—ohgosh—my parents took me to the fare!" I must have sounded like such an idiot, but part of me didn't care. Honestly, this was liberating, it was dangerous, it was the most fun thing being a princess had ever allowed me to do. "And when I got here, I realised..."
Everypony leaned their heads in to find out what I realised, but unfortunately, all I'd realised was that Thunderlane had traded out his hooves for his tongue, lapping against my tight little slit as I grew increasingly wet. I wanted to squirm and wriggle against his face so much, to moan and shout and cry in appreciation, but all I could do was clench my eyes shut, pretend to be thinking hard, clutch the podium with a strained hoof and continue improvising.
He was pushing his tongue further into my pussy now, and pushing me closer to crying out, to the point that I literally put a hoof into my mouth to stop me as he increased the speed of his tongue thrashing inside me, exploring my walls and sampling the taste of my flowing juices. I knew from experience that I tasted good, and if his nonstop licking was any indication, Thunderlane agreed. That or he just wanted me to break in front of a thousand ponies.
I thought back to his words, and I instantly realised my mistake. I could cancel the spell at any time, I was the one in control. How the heck was in control! If I cancelled the spell now, if I did anything to react right now, everypony would know!
Then again, was I complaining? This was the biggest thrill I'd had in ages, I was fucking loving it. I couldn't decide whether he was a shitbag or a genius, but my aching pussy seemed to be of the firm opinion that it was the latter, and the pleasure rushing through my body as he sensually ate me out didn't lie either. Anyway, where was I? "Uhm... T-this event has been part of Canterlot's culture for almost two hundred and fifty—"
Thunderlane dragged his tongue over my pussy lips and softly pulled back my folds as he kissed up and around my plot, making me jolt in place. "A hundred and fifty, baby," he whispered, and shit, he was right.
"Ahem, one hundred and fifty years, and..." the words were coming from my mouth, but they barely computed in my mind beyond the 'fuck yes' as Thunder got back to his task, licking and slurping at my little twat, treating me like a filthy slut and enjoying me in front of an audience, even if it was an unaware one. My fetlocks wanted to buckle, I wanted to turn around and jump him, but I had no choice but to remain straight-faced even as my chest filled with air and my breaths came more pronounced, my eyelids fluttering as his tongue pressed against my labia, my wings struggling to stay limp as he endeavoured to bring me closer and closer to orgasm.
I wish I could say 'two can play at that game', but they really couldn't. I was completely under his control, and doing anything but taking it meant losing, even if I really, desperately wanted to put the pressure back on him, to make him cum first. "This is all, uhh, proof that Equestria has developed a lot over the last few generations, and—oh, fuck that feels good."
...shit. I just said that out loud, didn't I? "Uhmmm," I panicked, my legs still quaking as Thunderlane refused to relent, though I could swear I could feel his grin pressed between my hind legs. "It feels good knowing that we've developed so much! We should all be proud!"
Everyone clapped and cheered. Seriously? Was it that easy to get away with fucking your coltfriend on stage? Fuck, this might have to become a habit. Speaking of habits, Thunderlane had moved into that familiar rhythm of five short licks, one long one, and a downward flick as he rubbed against the underside of my belly, occasionally teasing my clit with a soft touch. I risked another look back, but still, I couldn't see his rugged face or his dark complexion, and it turned me on just as much as it worried me.
My horn could feel the strain now, extenuated by having to keep up a spell under such duress, but the burn didn't feel uncomfortable yet, I still had some stamina. I heard Thunderlane pull up for breath as I moved onto the next section of my speech, and found myself steadily growing conflicted. On one hoof, he didn't make me cum, and considering the situation that was probably a great thing, but on the other, he didn't make me cum!
Jeez, I wanted to shout at him, to tell him to force his tongue back in my pussy and lap up my juices until I squirted all over the stage, gave everyone a performance to remember, but I held my tongue just like he did, the little tease. I had a few moments for my mind to clear, and with that, I managed to jostle my notes and find the next part of my speech. The ponies around me were definitely growing eager to hear more, even the dragons were starting to pay attention.
"One of the cornerstones of the fare is relations between the many villages and towns that make up Equestria, and as such..." Wait, was that? I could feel something hard, long, and stiff rubbing against my belly, and against my better judgment I began to wiggle my ass, drawing a few eyes as I heard a familiar laugh from behind me.
It wasn't long until he went for it, just like I wanted him to. He pushed his hard cock against my folds, covering his tip in my juices as he climbed up onto my back, mounting me as my stiffened wings kept me balanced, preventing me from falling forwards and lifting my ass in the air like a little whore. My pussy was needy right now, I wanted to be pounded so badly, and he really didn't hold back.
He pushed his stiff cock inside me, a throb emanating in my pussy as he pumped himself inside me, spreading me out as I huffed out a strained breath, my chest fluttering as I squeezed my eyes shut, repeatedly reminding myself where I was, why I couldn't succumb to the feeling. "S-so yeah," I said with a reddened face, my breath quickening, "I want you to all take a moment to thank yourselves! Shit, I've said that already, haven't I?"
I glanced away to see a harsh glare from Princess Luna. I really needed to stop swearing on stage. The ponies below, however, seemed to find it pleasantly amusing. Luckily, there weren't any foals in the audience, it was all adults here. Unfortunately, the only one that kept my attention was the one now relentlessly pounding my pussy, thrusting harder and faster as I began to hear him grunting, my horn now burning at the same intensity of my insides as I clenched my pussy, my walls tightening around him with each push shaking my entire body.
I pushed both hooves up onto the podium, hoisting myself up and presenting myself to him as I cut off my amplification spell, finally allowing myself a few soft moans, a release I desperately needed. Maybe a few ponies in the front rows heard me, maybe they saw the way my body quivered every time my invisible coltfriend pushed his cock inside me, but I was really past caring.
Thunder clearly didn't care either, because he kept on going and going, pushing deeper and impaling me with his length. Finally, I could fight back. I clenched myself tight, trying to squeeze my soft, tight walls around him until he lost control, trying to wrest back control of the situation as I searched my brain for whatever the hell I was meant to be saying next.
I was sure I was talking to the crowd in a sequence of mumbles and squeals now, they must have known something was up, but no one said anything, so why the hell would I stop now? I could feel myself getting closer, Thunder pulling halfway out of me and fucking me faster, hitting against my g-spot as he gave it to me, filling me with a fervor, a desperate and primal need for more, one that went beyond the want to impress, my dedication for my duties, one that only cared about physical sensation, hoarse screaming, and cumming so fucking hard all over his thick cock.
I was tumbling to the top of the plateau, falling up and up and up as debauchery began to rule my mind, lascivious need my only motivation as I started to push myself back into him, trying to make it look as if I was just shifting in place, not riding cock. I was definitely drawing curious, inquisitive stares, but so what? Let them stare. Let them watch me fuck and cum in front of all of them and never know for sure what the hell I was doing. I had plausible deniability, after all, there was surely nopony with me.
The bastard pulled out. What the fuck was he doing? "Don't you dare stop—uhh, celebrating! Don't stop celebrating!"
Another cheer was perfect cover for the scream I let out as Thunderlane found a new hole to explore, pushing his wet cock into my tight ass, causing my eyes to widen and my tail to flick from the sudden pain as I relaxed around him, making sure not to tense my body and relaxing around his thickness.
It took a few moments to get used to him, but as he slowly began to push inside me, I loosened up. Seriously, he was going to drive me to madness at this rate. He was rubbing at my pussy with a hoof as he began to pick up his pace, bucking his hips as he split me with his pulsating cock, which surely had to be drawing closer and closer to release with every moment.
I wanted to milk him so bad, to push him to the edge if only to punish him for everything he'd put me through. He was such a prick. His cock felt so good inside me. Fuck, I loved him.
"C-considering the occasion, I thought I'd start things off with a bang!" Oh, if only these ponies realised the irony. Another spell to add to the myriad synapses firing off in my body as I let off magical fireworks, and holy shit did the vibration shoot all the way through me, so much so that Thunderlane pinned me against the podium and started to really go crazy, pushing as far as he possibly could until I could barely take it anymore, his breath increasingly laboured and lustful as he drew closer to release.
I could feel him about to pull out, and I backed up against him out of instinct. "Don't you dare pull out... your brochures just yet, because there's more to come!" Okay, that was a really good save. Did I always think this quickly when I was about to be pumped full of cum?
Speaking of which, I could feel Thunder beginning to burst inside me, hot spurts of his seed shooting against my tight asshole as his cock jolted, causing me to moan out in bliss as my wings became so rigid it hurt, everypony surely noticing the way I rode out our orgasms, his hoof still mashing against my pussy and causing me to cum just moments afterwards, squirting back onto what was surely his chest, the small strings of liquid seemingly clinging to thin air.
For a moment, I simply stood there and panted. Nothing mattered anymore, not the crowd, not the dignitaries, not Celestia, only me and my loving partner on stage, my loving invisible idiot of a partner who had just filled my ass with his cum and hadn't even pulled out yet. He couldn't pull out, either. My squirt might not have been noticeable, Thunder came a lot and it would be a fucking mess no matter what.
My brain felt so frazzled right then, I had no clue what the hell I was doing. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I had a speech to finish. "N-now..." Ugh, what was it? "Now..."
He climbed over me, nearing my ear, whispering to me one last time. "Now I'll hand things over to Princess Celestia, who has prepared a speech on the history of the fare."
"You memorised my speech?" I whispered back, my brain still buffering.
"I mean, I might have glanced at it," he said, kissing my cheek with imperceptible lips.
I repeated the sentence to be met by another raucous cheer, and with that, I grabbed Thunder and teleported the fuck out of there.
We emerged in the hotel room after three quickly calculated teleports, the first two having gone completely wrong, and I turned around and started batting his snout with my hoof as I finally released his invisibility spell, the blush heavy on my cheeks. "Why the hell did you do that! Loads of ponies are going to know that something was up!" I'm not going to lie, I could feel the cum dripping from my ass down my hind legs as I said this, and it made me wonder whether or not I cared.
"You know, you're probably right, but tell me you didn't enjoy it."
"I didn't! I felt embarrassed and worried! What if my spell had stopped working?!"
Suddenly, Thunderlane looked very solemn. "You're right, I probably did overstep the mark. Would you rather I didn't do something like that again in future?"
It took me roughly half a second of thought to come up with an honest answer to that. "Please do something like that again."
"Heh. If you say so, princess."
I walked off to the bathroom to clean myself up, the recent orgasm still leaving my body as I emerged, Thunderlane sat on the edge of our hotel bed. "Don't you dare stop celebrating? That was a good one," he said before bursting out laughing, his muscles tightening as he rolled around on the bed, dodging all of the pillows and quilts I was surely about to throw at him.
That insufferable, childish stallion...
Oh, Celestia, I loved him.
