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…
Side Effects May Include...
Squinting down at a weathered, leather-bound tome on her desk, Celestia scrunched her snout. “What does ‘a pinch’ mean?” she quietly asked herself, glancing over at a partially filled flask sitting nearby. She’d followed the recipe to the letter, having gone so far as to specially order several of the more exotic ingredients, though there was one step left. A small bag of desiccated poison joke rested by the book - the final component of her brew.
Crafting the elixir was definitely going to be the most difficult part of her evening, considering the spellwork to follow was laughably simple. Pinching and crumbling one of the dried flowers into the small bottle, watching the pedals dissolve into the liquid, wisps of violet smoke drifted from the substance. Shifting in color from a muted blue to an iridescent heather, the potion seemingly roiled with motion. She cocked her head to the side, wondering if it had actually worked.
It was the first time Celestia had ever attempted to concoct this particular elixir, although there was a good reason for that. The draft had mild transformative properties, subtly enhancing one’s beauty for special occasions, yet that wasn’t why she’d waited so long to give it a shot - no, the real reason she’d abstained from experimenting with the concoction was because of how its effects could be magnified exponentially.
Nearly half a century ago, she’d stumbled across an article which detailed the effects of combining alchemy and spellwork - specifically, an elixir which acted as a relaxant, aphrodisiac, and could also supposedly elevate one’s sexual appeal to an unimaginable level. The mixture of sorcery and chemistry, if executed properly, resulted in a product that was an order of magnitude more potent than the sum of their parts, peaking the Princess’ curiosity and gaining her interest.
Of course, she could have never tried something so uncouth, back when she’d been acting as one of the twin diarchs of Equestria, yet that time had passed. With Twilight Sparkle reigning over her kingdom, she and Luna had finally been able to retire to Silver Shoals. With nothing but time on her hands, free to wile away her time with pursuits of passion, she’d prepared for months for this particular evening.
Picking up the flask, taking a breath to calm herself, Celestia set her brow. Igniting her horn, she cast an enchantment of soothing on herself, before quickly imbuing the potion with two minor spells - both of which were meant to strengthen the brew’s properties. It only took a minute to complete the required spellwork, leaving her holding the elixir in her slightly loosened grip.
The only way to tell if she’d succeeded was to test the cocktail, though she was hesitant. She knew that, at worst, she may feel off or suffer the comedic consequences of the poison joke residing in the mixture; but even then there was no real risk. Whether the elixir worked as intended or not, the effects would only last for roughly a day, returning her to a normal fairly quickly.
“Well,” she Celestia murmured, bringing the bottle to her lips, “here goes nothing!”
Her self reassurance was further bolstered by the crossed fingers of her free hand, as she gulped down the two mouthfuls of liquid. Surprisingly, the taste wasn’t bad; something akin to a sumac lemonade, it was tart and refreshing. Draining the glassware and setting it on the table, she quickly walked over to her bed.
While she was aware of what to expect, she’d rather be safe than sorry. Moving to seat herself, the reflection in her vanity caught her eye and caused her to pause. After she’d abdicated as Equestria’s eldest Princess, she’d quickly done away with a great many of her formal garments. Adorned in a sundress, with a pair of panties and brassiere beneath the simple article, she stood and inspected herself.
She was, by all accounts, gorgeous. Covered in alabaster fur, with an ethereal mane and tail of pastel hues, she was relatively well proportioned. Her bust was a respectable C cup, being neither too large nor too small, and her waist and rear were adequately ample, yet she’d always secretly wished for more. Princess or not, she’d occasionally compared herself to particularly curvaceous and attractive mares, which is precisely why she’d wanted to try her little experiment.
Gazing at her reflection, a warmth began to permeate from within her belly; it was a subtle sensation - so subtle that she’d nearly failed to notice it. Expectantly looking herself over, she eagerly waited. Bit by bit, little by little, the heat crept through her limbs and up her spine, leaving her feeling strangely comforted. It was almost like being wrapped in a warm blanket, except the only thing surrounding her was the cool evening air. Turning in place, hoping to peek at her backside for any physical changes, she nearly stumbled.
Growing stronger with every passing second, a euphoria settled upon her. It wasn’t a bad feeling by any means, although she was definitely feeling a bit lightheaded. Stepping to her vanity, she leaned against it to stabilize herself. Her muscles seemed to slacken, her thoughts wandered, and it was as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Exhaling deeply, letting her head roll forward, she peered down at her chest.
Raising an eyebrow, she studied her bosoms. Had her gown always been that snug? Shrugging the notion off, loosening the drawstrings over her cleavage, she sighed in relief. She’d probably just cinched the knot a little too tightly, after...Wait - when did she put on the sundress? Shaking her head, trying to think clearly, she absentmindedly fanned herself. At some point over the past few seconds or minutes - it was hard to tell - the warmth had increased substantially.
Not unlike a fever or hot flash, her body was burning up. Balancing on one arm, she tugged at the taut fabric over her chest. Besides the mild discomfort and stifling heat, she felt pretty good. It was almost like she’d knocked back a few cocktails, although she lacked any of the disorientation associated with being drunk. Huffing in frustration, she grabbed the shoulder straps of her dress and pulled it over her head - at least, that was her intention.
While she’d slipped into the article easily earlier, disrobing was inexplicably much more difficult. Squirming in place and cursing beneath her breath, she tugged at the garment. After what felt like an eternity, having been blinded by the cloth as it passed over her face, she pulled it free. Sadly, her triumph was short lived, as the tautness about her chest only got worse.
Throwing the dress aside, Celestia glanced downwards. Her cleavage was more pronounced than ever, spilling out over the top of her bra. She probably grabbed the wrong one this morning...She stopped dead, pinching the bridge of her snout. It was impossible that she’d grabbed the wrong undergarment, considering they were all the same size! Reaching behind herself, fumbling for the clasp, the strap snapped under the pressure of her heavy chest.
Regardless of the rent undergarment, her relief was instantaneous. Retracting her arms from the damaged brassiere, letting it fall to the floor. She looked over at the mirror. A smile crept across her face, as her eyes settled upon her rack. Each teat was at least twice as large as it used to be, having ballooned outward at an astounding rate. Standing straight, grinning to herself, she cupped one tit in each hand.
She could swear, testing the heft of each supple globe, she could feel them growing bigger by the second. Heavy and astoundingly soft, she experimentally sunk her fingers into the supple flesh. Looking from her reflection to the top of her chest, she jumped happily in place. She couldn’t help but giggle, as she watched them wobble about. It was great, far more entertaining than it had any right to be, leaving her to fondle herself in amusement.
Another fine detail quickly drew her. Her lips had filled out dramatically, each having more than doubled its original size. Kissing at her reflection and giving herself a wink, she beamed. She hadn’t expected her little test to heighten the embonpoint of her facial features - yet it had. Pulling at her soft, pliable, and exceedingly pouting lower lip, she hummed contentedly.
Her simplistic enjoyment came to an abrupt and unexpected end, as the sound of tearing fabric cut through the air. She went rigid, her ears twitched, and she confusedly turned in place. She didn’t think there was anything that could tear or, if there was, she sure couldn’t think of what it could be. Eventually, after scanning her room, she looked to the floor. A pair of panties lie on the floor, torn neatly along both sides.
“Hello?” Celestia called out, stooping down to retrieve the ripped underwear. “Did someone…” she trailed off, pressing her hands to her temples.
Of course they were hers! Nobody had come by to see her that day and, even if they had, they certainly wouldn’t have left their knickers on her bedroom floor. Why was she having such a hard time thinking? Annoyedly storming to the door, hellbent to go buy some underwear that fit properly, she froze.
“Come on, you can’t go buy new clothes naked,” she cheerfully groused, gently rapping her forehead. It was so silly! If she went out nude, showing herself off to anyone and everyone, she might make other mares jealous! Humming to herself, pleased that she’d had the forethought to find something to wear, she trotted over to her dresser.
As she walked by her vanity, getting another fleeting glimpse at herself, she slowed. More than just her chest had filled out; virtually every part of her was bigger and more beautiful than before. Inspired, resting one hand on the back of her head and the other on her hip, she strutted passed the mirror. Giving herself a wink, noting how her chest and rump wobbled ever so slightly, her smile broadened.
She couldn’t say how many times she’d paraded back and forth, admiring her reflection every time she crossed before the piece of furniture, but the sensation of something cool on her groin thigh drew her attention away. Leaning forward, trying futilely to get a look at her legs, she petulantly stomped a foot. Her tits blocked her view, utterly obscuring everything below her upper torso. Grumbling to herself, more determined than ever to find a garment which would fit, she trotted to her dresser.
Pulling open the top drawer, she stared down at her neatly arrayed underwear. Trying and failing to squeeze into the first brassiere she grabbed, she snatched up a second, then a third and fourth, until nearly a dozen of the articles lay strewn around her. Knitting her brow, she desperately thought about alternatives. Deep in thought, tapping her foot, an idea struck her like a bolt from the blue.
“My swimsuits!” she exclaimed, proud that she may have found a solution for her rather ample problem. Gleefully humming to herself, she scampered to and into her closet.
Delving into her wardrobe, the painfully voluptuous alicorn made a beeline for her swimwear. The one pieces and more conservative choices probably wouldn’t work, although she did have a handful of bikinis that may still fit her. Though going out in a two-piece might be a bit unconventional, it was better than traipsing around in the buff.
Plucking an electric pink thong from a hanger, she stepped into the skimpy article and began drawing it up her legs. It was a bit snug around her upper thighs, but her fidgeting and persistence eventually paid off. The waistband sank into the soft flesh of her waist, and the delicate string had been completely engulfed by her buns, but she’d done it. She could feel the pliable fabric clinging to her groin, likely giving her one hell of a camel toe, yet that didn’t matter much.
Snapping the waist band, she let the slender string settle in place. Leaning back and craning her neck, she did what she could to get a look at her derriere, although it was a fruitless venture - instead, she reached behind herself and caressed her backside. Giving her rump a squeeze, she lifted and released each shapely bun. She was sure the thong worked well, because it was as close as she could legally get to going around bare-assed.
Overjoyed that she’d accomplished half of her goal, she grabbed the matching top. Fortunately, the seemingly flimsy and practically non-existent article didn’t snap, although it sure as heck was a tight fit. Laughably covering her nipples, while leaving her areola exposed, it managed to restrain her bust - if only just. Though she’d never found a use for the outfit before, she was immeasurably thankful that she’d impulsively bought it so many years ago.
Years ago, after imbibing a bottle of merlot in celebration of Queen Chrysalis’ defeat, she’d wandered through Canterlot and done some window shopping. Spying the exceedingly provocative getup at an adult novelty shop, she’d capriciously purchased the outfit. Besides the micro bikini, it had come with a pair of similarly colored latex elbow gloves and thigh-high stiletto boots. As fate would have it, having slept off her mildly intoxicating evening, she’d regretted the inappropriate acquisition.
“Beach season is only - Mmmph - right around the corner. I’m sure - like - nobody will even notice,” she assured herself, despite the fact that the sun had set and the water was barely warm enough to swim.
Worming one arm into a glove, she quickly slipped into the pair of rubber arm coverings. Tautly digging into her upper arms, her limbs were covered up to her biceps. Experimentally swaying her torso from side to side, giving her top a bit of a stress test, the garment resolutely remained in place. It didn’t matter that the entirety of her breasts were exposed, or that her rigid nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material, she was certain that it was adequate for a quick jaunt to the clothing store.
Heedless of how wholly scandalous she appeared, she sauntered out of her closet and towards the front door - or at least she was, until a notion came to her. Retired or not, she was still one of the few alicorns in all of Equestria and she had ruled for well over a millennia - as such, she’d be remiss for not looking her very best.
Executing an about face, she proceeded back to her vanity to make herself presentable. Hopping onto the stool before the mirror, she levitated a staggering assortment of makeup from the small drawers and boxes atop the furniture. Peering at her reflection, she turned her face from side to side. Pursing her lips, more luscious and plump than ever, she made a kissy face and levitated a turquoise lipstick into her hand.
The color worked wonderfully with her coat, hair, and her getup. Daintily applying the cosmetic to her pillowy lips, she glanced over and hovered some matching rouge and eyeliner to herself. With every sweep of a brush or dab of a sponge, her beauty increased ever so slightly. By the time she’d finished, she was absolutely resplendent, even if she could easily be mistaken for a common whore.
Pushing herself up and away from the desk, she straightened her outfit and flipped the mane from her face. With little more than a thought, she sorcerously wrenched the large mirror from the furniture and levitated it around herself. Examining herself from head to toe, pleased with what she saw, she realized there was just one missing element. Knowing just what to do, she disappeared into her closet for the last piece to the puzzle.
Her getup was unorthodox but served its purpose, her makeup was immaculate, and she felt prettier than she ever had before - still, she needed something to accentuate her perfectly pedicured feet. Swiftly retrieving the vibrant pair of thigh high stilettos, she wormed her legs into the pliable accessories and retreated back to her boudoir.
Walking around the room, testing out her footwear, a strange realization settled upon her. Not only did the boots feel great, but strolling around in them was easy - no natural. After countless centuries, she finally felt like she’d found her element. Hovering the mirror beside herself, as she paraded around her chamber, she watched how her body moved.
Her breasts wobbled under her bikini, the succulent cheeks of her tush wobbled and glided against one another, and her hips swung heavily from side to side. She was like liquid silver, all her parts flowing and shifting in perfect harmony. She’d reached her peak, the very zenith of sexuality and charm, and she couldn’t be more pleased. As ready as she’d ever be, she set the sundered mirror to the side and made her leave.
Swaggering to her foyer, sensually swaying from side to side, she reached for the door and paused. She knew she was going out for something, although it was like her head was in the clouds. Standing there, with her hand resting on the knob, she thought for a moment, shrugged, and pranced outside with a big, broad smile on her face. Whatever she’d needed probably wasn’t that important, but she was sure it would come to her. The night was young, the moon and stars glimmered in the sky, and the temperature was just warm enough to enjoy a long stroll on the beach.
