The Slattern Solution

Walking outside, feeling the cool breeze grace her face, Celestia sighed contentedly. She still wasn’t sure why she’d decided to go for a walk, or what she was supposed to be doing, but she felt absolutely fantastic. Practically euphoric, swallowed by a blissful haze, it almost felt as if all of her life’s troubles and concerns had floated away. Looking from the moon overhead to the street, subtle movement caught her eye.

“Oh...My...Gosh! Nocty!” she hollered, waving excitedly at the pegasus. Skipping towards the stallion, seeing him look in her direction, he went rigid.

Nocturn froze, watching the creature bounding towards him. In all his years of service, having worked as one of Luna’s personal guards for just over a decade, he’d never seen such an obscenely confusing sight. The mare traipsing over had to be the most shapely woman on the continent.

Tall, extremely stacked, and sporting foal bearing hips that would put a porn star to shame, she almost looked like some parody of Princess Celestia. Whoever she was, she had the fur, mane, and tail colors down exactly, although her proportions were completely off. The real Princess of the day was plenty attractive, yet this mare looked like she crawled from some horny pre-teen’s wet dream.

Dressed in little more than a minuscule bikini, which left next to nothing to the imagination, her accoutrements consisted of latex boots and elbow gloves. What little she wore matched perfectly, standing in stark contrast to her snow white coat. The hussy was clearly comfortable with letting others ogle her body, parading about how she was, subtly mitigating what little shame he felt for staring at her. Trotting up to him, without skipping a beat, she wrapped him in a wide armed hug.

“Isn’t it just a totally beautiful night?” Celestia bleated, pulling his head to her chest.

Caught unprepared for the affection, not to mention suddenly finding his face practically buried in her cleavage, the stallion squirmed out of her grasp. Taking a step back, trying to figure out how to handle the situation, he glowered at the slattern mockery of the former diarch.

“Noctyyyyy!” she whined, shooting him a wounded look. “You’re not happy to see me?”

“I…” the pegasus muttered, his attention drawn to her crotch. The imprint of her marehood, only just hidden beneath the fabric of her thong, was impossible to miss. Confused by the temptress’ sudden appearance, his body chose to respond for him.

“Well…” she purred, glancing to the stallion’s groin, “it looks like your little soldier is - like - eager enough….” His slacks slowly began to tent, speaking volumes of where his true interests lie. “Hasn’t anyone told you that it’s bad to stare at the sun,” she continued, stepping forward to brazenly fondle his package.

“M...Miss,” Nocturn stammered, gently pushing her away, “c...can I help you?” Thank the moon above, his question derailed her train of thought.

“Oh yeah! Like - I was coming out for something,” she sighed, innocently holding a finger to her pouting lower lip, “but I just can’t remember what it was! I - Ummm - maybe thought that you could help?”

The question was absurd, not only because he had no idea who she was but also because he hadn’t the slightest clue of why she would seek his aid. Regardless of the specifics, she was extraordinarily easy on the eyes and certain parts of him were clearly interested in humoring her. Looking down to his crotch, wondering if her disposition matched her aesthetic, he shrugged.

“Were you looking for this?” he boldly asked, bucking his hips. He doubted the ploy would work, partially hoping it would scare her off, yet he wasn’t that lucky.

“Gosh! Nocty, I knew you wouldn’t let me down!” Celestia chirped, her wandering thoughts latching onto the salacious concept. Without skipping a beat, squatting down and splaying her legs, she reached out and grabbed his rump. “Mmmama Fele if gomma bake yu feel rewe mife,” she slurred, her lips latching onto the fly of his trousers.

With a speed and grace indicative of her slutty look, she left his pants and boxers around his ankles in the blink of an eye. His stallionhood sprang free, standing like some testament of depravity, while the pegasus’ pupils shrank to pinpricks. Some part of him had hoped she’d take him up on the offer, possibly following him back to his place for some action, yet her degeneracy had known no such bounds. Positioned by the side of the road, in full view of anyone who looked in their direction, she leaned in and suckled upon the blunted tip of his length.

At a loss for words, watching the busty bombshell nonchalantly fellating him, Nocturn’s hand drifted through her mane. With every skillful bob of her head, she smeared lipstick over the dark flesh of his shaft. He wasn’t too worried about anyone seeing them, considering the hour and the fact that most of the small town’s residents retired early for the night - still, he scanned the area to be sure nobody was watching.

After ensuring the coast was clear, he started gently bucking into her face. It was bad enough that he’d been suffering through quite the dry spell, but getting the chance to live out one of his fantasies pushed him over the edge; abandoning all reason, listening to her slurp and suck on his tool, he inhaled sharply.

The pleased sound from above moistened Celestia’s loins and caused her sex to hungrily clench upon itself. Holding his rump with one hand, using him to steady herself, she reached to her groin. With a flick of her thumb, she pulled the thong aside and began kneading and massaging her drooling snatch. Peering up to the stallion’s face, she got herself off while blowing the night guard.

Nocturn groaned, gazing down at her and thrusting slightly harder. He didn’t want to hurt her or anything, although she seemed to be handling him with ease. Seemingly without any effort whatsoever, she was managing to hilt him in her muzzle with every plunge of her face. “Oh fuck,” he hissed.

As the word drifted to her ear, Celestia retracted her head and freed her snout. “Fuck?” she repeated, her voice tinged with bewilderment. Standing straight, continuing to finger herself, she cocked her head and stared at him. “Already? But we just started!” she snickered.

“No! I meant…” the stallion trailed off. The mare had stopped masturbating, raised her hand to her face, and started licking the feminine nectar from her slender digits. The sight broke him, leaving a bead of pre-cum to dangle from his painfully erect dick and thoroughly demolishing any willpower he had left. Shaking his head, throwing his hands up in defeat, he chuckled. “Sure, why - Oof!”

“Yay!” Celestia joyously exclaimed, pouncing on the sentry and tackling him to his back.

Thrown off by the strength and speed of her assault, he found himself supine on the cool ground. In all her whorish glory, the alicorn straddled him, with her wings extended behind herself. Reaching up for the angelically promiscuous alicorn, she seized his wrist.

“No, silly,” she cooed, placing his hand on her waist, “you’re supposed to hold right here!” Arching her back and raising her waist, with preternatural precision, she aligned herself with his tool. “Now be a good colt and don’t leave me disappointed,” she purred, slowly impaling herself upon him.

Noturn gasped, as his stallionhood was entombed by a heat and snugness he didn’t think possible. Her request fell on deaf ears, as his body’s impulses took over. Grabbing hold of her hips, he thrusted into her like some randy teenager. Technique, experience, any inclination to take his time; all of it went straight out the window in an instant.

“Mmmmmm,” the mare hummed, as her body was jostled by his forceful thrusts. Not to be outdone, taking care to synchronize their movements, she bounced atop him.

The extra strain of so much movement proved too much for her top to bear; in a matter of moments, her tits were wildly jostling in the open air. Grabbing one breast in each hand, hoping to put on a bit of a show for her paramour, she milked and tugged at her nipples. The added layer of pleasure sent shivers up her spine.

“Harder, Nocty!” she lustfully demanded, clamping her sex around him.

To say that the stallion was out of sorts would be an understatement. Practically every sense he had was besieged by the unexpected confrontation with the carnal goddess; her scent flooded his sinuses, her looks were divine, the sensation of her depths was beyond reproach, and she sounded hotter than any mare he’d ever been lucky enough to bed. Plowing her with everything he had, screwing his eyes closed, he fought tooth and nail to delay the inevitable.

“D...don’t stop,” Celestia whimpered, furiously fucking herself on the bucking bronco. Releasing one bosom, she reached down and set upon her clit. Judging from how hard he was throbbing inside of her, he probably wasn’t going to last…

“Oh dear Luna!” Noturn wheezed, pulling her fully onto himself. Hilting, painting her canal with his load, he was stricken by the juxtaposition of the moment. On one hand, he couldn’t recall a more powerful climax before; on the other, he’d lasted only a scant few minutes and been effectively dominated by a mare he’d just met.

“Awwwwww,” she moaned, her movements drawing to a halt. Without preamble, she got to her hooves and stood. His foal batter leaked out of her, dripping down her inner thigh and onto the dazed pegasus below. “Foal batter…” she murmured, shrewdly rubbing her chin. “That’s what I came out for! I was going to make cookies!”

Though the stallion was physically uninjured, his pride had been obliterated. Not only had he failed to make the mysterious alicorn cum, but she’d skipped off as if nothing had happened. Shakily turning his head, seeing her straighten her bikini and skip away, he feebly reached for her fleeing form. Everything had happened so fast - it was like running into some fabled or mythical creature!

Unsteadily pushing himself up and pulling his pants back into place, he shambled towards his house. He needed a cold drink and a hot shower, after being defeated in such a humiliating fashion, but that wasn’t what occupied his thoughts - no, the only thing he was left to wonder, having seen the buxom bimbo disappear behind a building, was if he’d ever run into her again…