Riding High

“Shall we return to the castle?” she asked, almost reluctantly.

“We may as well, I wouldn’t want anypony to worry about you,” he relented. As much as he would have enjoyed spending more time in the skies, with the Princess, he knew it would have to come to an end.

Hopping off her wispy roost, Celestia glided back towards the palace. Drifting towards Canterlot, their all-too-speedy return was done in silence. Listing to the right, looking for the set of veiled entryways to the throne room, she spotted the window of her private chamber. Since she would have to get changed, stripping from her tack, she saw no reason not to make a small excursion.

As their course strayed towards the largest turret of the structure, Anon was left to guess where they were heading. Sure enough, as they approached a very particular window, his suspicion was confirmed. Soaring to the tall, open frame, the alicorn decelerated and beat her wings. Her landing, effortlessly transitioning from being airborne to leisurely trotting into her room, was seamless and incredibly smooth.

Trotting towards her bed, Celestia came to a halt on a large, ornamental rug. Folding her wings to her sides, allowing her passenger to depart, she grinned back at the man. “I hope you don’t mind the small detour,” she joked, feeling him start to shift.

Carefully dismounting, making sure not to hit her feathered appendages with his foot, Anon swung his leg over and hopped to the ground. The hard floor, in comparison to the sensation of riding atop the mare, was cold and uninviting. Walking up the length of her body, stopping as he reached her head, he bashfully smiled at her.

Reflexively reaching for her face, compelled to stroke her cheek, his open hand froze not but a few inches from the alicorn. In the split second before he could withdraw, she stepped forward and pressed her face against his palm, gracing him with the warmth of her velvety fur. Stunned, spying the barest hint of a demure grin, butterflies formed in his stomach.

Moving her head forward, bringing his hand towards the throat lash around her neck, Celestia stopped as his fingers brushed the buckle. Though she was perfectly capable of taking the contraption off, some part of her wished to draw the moment out. Closing her eyes, she pressed herself against his palm.

“Would you?” she hummed. Without looking, using her sorcerous might, she effortlessly removed the saddle and levitated it off to the side.

Without a word, Anon quietly set himself to task. Undoing the strap under her head, gingerly pulled the headstall over her delicate ears. As he loosened the nose-band, which would allow him to more comfortably remove the halter, he couldn’t help but imagine her sorcerously fiddling with the various clasps involved. With the bulk of the bindings removed, there was only one final component left.

“Alright, open up,” he amiably instructed, holding the sides of her bit.

Once asked, Celestia eased her mouth open for the man. Being cautious not to bang the bit against her teeth, he pulled the metal from her maw. As he freed the contraption, his fingers brushed against her lips. Soft and delectably supple against his digits, the sensation sent a shiver up his spine and left his mind to wander.

Before Anon could retreat, Celestia craned her neck, closed her mouth, and pushing her snout into his palm. The feeling of his touch against her muzzle, while fleeting, was curious and left her wanting more. Stepping closer, pressing his hand nearly against his chest, she found herself standing just before the man. It wasn’t like she’d intended to get that close to him, yet it had happened all the same. Rearing her head, standing to full height, she stood face to face with him.

There are moments which, for whatever reason, defy any sort of logic; for the man and mare, two creatures which had little if anything in common, this was one such moment. The former, a creature from a far flung world bereft of sorcery; the latter, a regal embodiment of unicorn, earth pony, and pegasus. From an outside perspective, they were as different as night and day; yet, in that instant, their differences meant nothing.

Raising her head and extending her neck, she brought her face to a hair’s breadth from the man’s countenance. She inhaled, filling her sinuses with his scent. His smell, much like the rest of him, was a bit odd but curiously captivating. Without budging, she slowly exhaled.

With the warmth against his face, Anon was reminded of something he’d read in a book. “I’m not sure if it’s true or not, but I’ve heard if a mare blows into your face, it’s a sign of affection,” he quietly remarked, his eyes unwavering from the alicorn’s.

“Oh?” she breathed, her voice no louder than a whisper on the breeze.

In a leap of faith, Anon acted on his impulses. Leaning in, he planted the smallest, most delicate kiss on the Princess’ nose. Her head shot back, rosy cheeks standing in stark contrast against her alabaster coat, and stared at him wide eyed. Offering a silent prayer to the heavens, hoping desperately that he hadn’t crossed her, he stood rigid.

Stunned, her thoughts going a mile a minute, Celestia locked up. She wasn’t put off or upset - far from it, in fact. No, if anything, the impromptu affection stoked the smoldering desire which had been growing within her. Like the last piece of a puzzle falling into place, in a startling moment of clarity, it all made sense.

The closeness she’d shared with him was unlike anything she’d ever allowed anycreature. As infuriating as her lack of explanation was, there was no denying it. She trusted and cherished Anon more with each passing day, so was it that outlandish to think she may have developed feelings for him? Impassioned curiosity drew her in, leaving her lips pressed against his.

Caught unawares by the kiss, it took Anon a second to reciprocate. Reaching up, running his fingers through her mane, he pulled her to himself. The differing size and structure of their mouths did little to dull their desires. In seconds, after what had started as a simple fond peck, the two were making out with one another.

“Mmmm,” Celestia hummed, feeling his tongue press into her muzzle.

The smooching, while pleasant enough, was accentuated by the man’s hands. Dexterous and delightful, his digits played over her in the most bewitching fashion. Drawn in, with her pulse quickening, her loins began to stir. A gentle warmth grew within her, as her body took note of the amorous attention. It was only as she flinched, acknowledging how worked up she was becoming, that she realized she wasn’t the only one getting turned on.

Glancing to his groin, she spotted a noticeable swell within the man’s pants. He wasn’t a stallion, granted, but his reaction could only indicate one thing. Shuffling backwards, looking back to his face, she grinned impishly. Though she certainly hadn’t planned on their afternoon moving in such a scandalous direction, she was compelled to see just where the excursion would lead them.

Anon went pale, as he noticed what had caught the Princess’ attention. Popping a boner from kissing a regal pony was bad, but having her notice his arousal was far, far worse. Fidgeting, he guiltily smiled and held up his hands. Before he could say a thing, the alicorn lazily wheeled around.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Celestia began, her calm voice hiding how anxious she was. As she concluded, nearly facing away from him, she swung her tail to the side.

She couldn’t recall the last time she’d presented herself to somepony in such a fashion, so she struggled to concoct an excuse. Telling herself it was to quell his unease, the truth was anything but. It was an extraordinarily rare event to be so exhilarated, so she couldn’t resist herself. The thrill of it all, being ridden by her alien companion and discovering he found her attractive, was too much to bear.

“As you can see,” she giggled, peering back at him, “you’re not the only one who’s a little excited…”

The sight of Celestia’s rear was, in a word, divine. The pastel hues of her tail framed her left haunch, giving him an unimpeded view of her backside. As her eyes drifted over her glutes, each of which looked wonderfully soft and plump, he finally spied her most intimate of intimate spots. Nestled between her thighs, just below the tight pucker of her backdoor, sat her marehood.

The dark flesh of the alicorn’s unfurred nethers complemented her snow white fur. Staring at her moist entrance, marveling at how strangely attractive it was, she winked. The lower lips of her meaty entrance parted, giving him a glimpse of her succulent, pink interior and clit. Though he’d heard about mares doing it, it was the first time he’d ever seen it happen in person.

Seeing the awed look on Anon’s face was too much for Celestia. Without knowing what the man was thinking, the slightest bit of apprehension began to gnaw at her excitement. For all she knew, he may be put off by how forward she was! With her blush darkening by the second, she averted her gaze. Just as she started moving her tail to cover herself, something rested against her rump.

As the Princess looked away, Anon took a faltering step closer. In all the time he’d known Celestia, he’d determined that she did not do anything without a purpose - sure, she may be playful and enjoy the occasional practical joke, but she was exceptionally calculating. If she’d shown herself to him in such a way, and hadn’t shied away from his touch, he had to presume she was being genuine.

Leaning in, bringing his face towards her tush, he drew a breath through his nose. The scent of her sex, while similar to a human woman’s, had a few subtle differences; slightly musky and floral, it called to him. Drifting nearer, feeling the warmth of her loins against his face, his manhood struggled against his trousers. If she smelled that good, he couldn’t help but wonder how she tasted.

Celestia gasped, as what could only be a tongue caressed her marehood. While ponies did engage in oral, it was a divisive subject for a great many stallions - that being said, she certainly wasn’t going to oppose his ministrations. Splaying her legs a hair, giving him ample access to her loins, she sighed contentedly.

Lapping at the Princess’ entrance, Anon set himself to task. The flavor, to his surprise, was reminiscent of grass and citrus - a curious combination but far from unpleasant. As she winked again, revealing her engorged clit, he gently lipped the delicate nub. Though he couldn’t see the alicorn’s reaction, he felt a tremor run through her legs.

Sparks of pleasure danced up Celestia’s spine, as the man’s carnal assault continued. Even if his tongue wasn’t as large as a pony’s, his skill was heavenly. Closing her eyes and enjoying herself, she subconsciously rocked back against him. Just as she was beginning to truly enjoy his impromptu servicing, something pinched her teat and added another layer to her enjoyment.

“Mmmmmm,” she throatily groaned, her heart fluttering.

The blissful sound was music to Anon’s ears. Using his free hand, he reached down, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his fly. Fishing into his pants, as he lavished the Princess’ slavering marehood, he freed his tool. Idly cranking his shaft, silently praying she’d be willing to go all the way, he hummed into her.

As Celestia’s excitement mounted, her patience waned. Beyond being painfully aroused, with her sex practically aching to be filled, she was curious to see what sort of equipment the human had. She’d never seen a need to spy on him, nor had she broached the subject before, so she had no idea what it looked like. Clearing her throat and stepping forward, she forcedherself to move away from his talented tongue.

Turning around, seeing the man stand to his full height, her eyes locked onto the man’s crotch. She thought she’d heard him fiddling with his trousers, while he’d been servicing her, she hadn’t been sure what he’d been doing. Dipping her head, as she fully faced him, she ignited her horn and tugged his pants down to his ankles. She’d given him an unhindered look at her goods, so she considered the turnabout as fair play.

Anon’s equipment was different. Roughly comparable to a stallion’s in length and girth, its tip was rounded and spear-like. Thick and vascular, with a vein tracing along its upper side, it piqued her lascivious interest. Despite being more than lubricated enough to handle him, she saw no harm in…

The warmth of Celestia’s tongue, as she drew it up the side of his dick, caught Anon off guard. Without skipping a beat, as she reached the tip, she slipped it past her pouting lips and into her maw. A shuddered breath escaped him, as the warmth of her mouth tenderly embraced him. Before he knew it, her nose was pressed against his waist.

Bobbing her head slightly, Celestia coated his manhood in her saliva. Their respective heights and morphological differences actually made it easier for her to fellate him than a stallion. Working the underside with her tongue, she relished the sound of his heavy breaths from above. As the first drop of his salty pre-cum graced her palate, her marehood angrily seized upon itself; her body had grown impatient.

Pulling away, giving the head of Anon’s tool a parting kiss, she turned and trotted to the bed. Unfortunately, though oral wasn’t a difficult ordeal, the actual sex would require a bit logistical planning. Her hindquarters, while standing, was at the level of his abdomen, which meant she’d need to be a bit creative. Fortunately, eyeing her mattress, the solution would be relatively simple.

Stepping onto the low-sitting bed, hauling herself atop it, she faced away from the man and lowered her body to the cushioned surface. With her rump hanging off the side of the mattress, almost perfectly level with the man’s crotch, she smirked. She was comfortable, positively drenched, and practically champing at the bit to get to business.

“Anon,” Celestia cooed, peering back at him, “I’m ready…”

The Princess’ heavily lidded eyes, her seductive tone, and her slickened sex was quite possibly the hottest thing he’s ever seen and heard. Kicking his pants to the side, attempting to appear calm and collected, walked over to her. Grasping the base of his tool, running it up and down her winking entrance, he rubbed her thigh. Taking a deep breath, he slowly plunged into her.

As his length ground into her, Celestia shivered with delight. She’d been right, the shape of his appendage was far more refined than a stallion’s. Inch by inch, he sank into her until the delightfully rounded tip pressed against her womb; the sensation, accompanied by the feeling of his waist resting against her bottom, let her know he’d hilted. Pleased that she’d managed to fit him all, she clenched herself around his tool and spurred him to begin.

Resting his hands on her ample thighs, Anon gradually withdrew from the alicorn’s confines until nearly half of his shaft was freed. He would have thought that, as an equine, she wouldn’t be nearly as snug as she was, but he was woefully mistaken. Jamming his hips forward, he buried his shaft back inside of her. With that second plunge, he steadily started thrusting.

As the man’s cock pistoned in and out of her, Celestia was rocked by sublime bliss. Thick and with a wonderful texture, the human’s equipment felt absolutely amazing. The sensation of his balls slapping against her clit was divine, eliciting the occasional lustful huff from her flared nostrils. Clamping her sex around him, milking him on the backstrokes, she did what she could to reciprocate.

Closing his eyes, Anon savored the mare’s silken interior. It may have been his imagination, but he could swear that the Princess was warmer than any girl he’d ever been with. Little by little, caving to his subconscious primal urges, the speed and force of his movements increased. Over the sound of his paramour’s heavy breathing, a steady Plap Plap Plap filled the air.

Peering over her shoulder, Celestia snuck a glance of Anon’s face. The man had a look of resolute satisfaction, dancing a tightrope of enjoying himself and attempting to perform well; it was cute, to be sure, and it gave her an idea. There was a position which would allow her and her partner to easily look at one another, though it wasn’t that conventional.

“A...Anon,” she softly announced, prompting him to slow.

Hearing her words, Anon faltered. Drawing to a halt, he opened his eyes and gazed down at her. “Yeah?”

“Step back for a moment,” Celestia instructed.

While a part of her wanted to tell him what she was planning, she’d hate to ruin the salacious surprise. As asked, the man unsheathed himself and took two large steps backward. Folding her wings tightly to her frame, she rolled to the side, onto her back, and splayed her hind legs. The position was more than compromising, exposing her tender underbelly and leaving her virtually helpless.

“Now,” she purred, licking her lips, “come over here and rut your Princess.”

It was at that very moment, hearing the alicorn’s shameless request and seeing her presented in such a raunchy fashion, that Anon’s resolve crumbled. The view of her back and rump had been delightful, but seeing her on her back felt downright sinful. Stepping between her legs and hastily aligning his tool with her sopping entrance, he began pounding into her.

Not only was the man bucking Celestia harder than before, but the angle of his plunges caused his cock to directly stimulate her g-spot. Moaning aloud, continuing to rhythmically squeeze his length within her, her wings twitched on her back. Looking down her torso, she took a moment to admire her lover.

Using one of the alicorn’s upturned hind-legs as leverage, Anon smiled down at the Princess. Massaging her belly, his hand wandered down her abdomen and to the pair of dark teats above her groin; cupping one and giving it a gentle squeeze, he playfully brushed his fingers over her nipple. Her stifled whimper, while music to his ears, gave him an idea for something all the more intimate.

Though Celestia couldn’t see exactly what the man was doing, she felt his hand creeping lower and lower down her body. As his digits glided over her nethers, she inhaled sharply. The sudden realization of what he could do with his hands was all the warning she had. While Anon plowed her like a field in spring, his thumb energetically started kneading her clit.

Crying out in bliss, squirming atop the mattress, it was all she could do not to peak on the spot. Evoking her magic, in a desperate bid to compete with the carnal prowess of the man, she sorcerously augmented his bucking hips. If he was going to unleash his lascivious arsenal upon her - by the stars - she would do likewise.

As Anon was drawn in, literally pulled into screwing the alicorn, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last long. The Princess, for all intents and purposes, was levying an assault on all of his senses; the sound of her lustful moans, her feminine scent, the heavenly sensations of her body, the lingering flavor of her sex, it was all simply perfect. Pulling out all the stops, in a final move of desperation, he fucked her with reckless abandon.

Celestia couldn’t hold back any longer. The exotic and captivating form of her lover, paired with a very protracted dry spell, left her body wanting. Pulling him as deeply as possible, realizing she could last no longer, she issued one final plea.

“Cum with me,” she mewled, sensing him throbbing within her.

Gritting his teeth, slamming his length into the Princess’ marehood, he came. Pressed to her cervix, a veritable geyser of spunk erupted from his pulsing shaft. Just as the first scalding shot of his essence crashed against her womb, her sex spasmed around him. Trembling from head to hoof, his climax pushed her over the edge.

Braying to the heavens, Celestia was beset by the nirvanic ecstasy of release. Feminine nectar gushed from her quivering entrance, squelching around Anon’s manhood and dousing the sheets. The phenomenal heat of his seed, while it painted her interior and seeped into her deepest depths, was beyond reproach. Shuddering, she rode out the tandem orgasm with her human lover.

As the post-coitus warmth and euphoria crept over Anon, he felt himself beginning to soften within the Princess. Taking step to the side, unsheathing himself in the process, he flopped onto the bed beside her. Panting, covered in sweat, and with a dreamy expression on her face, she was just as beautiful as she’d ever been. Gingerly brushing a length of her mane away from her eyes, he gave her a silly grin.

“N...not bad,” Celestia wheezed, turning to the side to face him.

It was, in fact, one of the best lays she’d ever had. Besides having more endurance than the average stallion, his hands and the shape of his equipment were insanely pleasurable; sure, a fraction of her admiration may be attributed to the wealth of experience she had, but he was clearly capable of satisfying a mare.

“Thanks. You weren’t too bad yourself,” he croaked, wriggling closer.

Spooning, basking in each other’s warmth, the two softly chuckled. Though neither had anticipated such an outrageous and raunchy turn of events, they’d both rounded out the day exceptionally satisfied. Wrapping one hoof over his back, the Princess rested her head over the man’s shoulder.

“Tell me, is there a word for those who so brazenly mount steeds?” she giggled.

“They used to call them knights, but that was a stately position used for warriors who served royalty,” he responded, stroking her back and side.

“Knight,” Celestia repeated, as if testing the word. “Well then, since I have no doubt that you’d leap to my defense, I may have to give you a new title, my little knight…”

Anon chuckled, unsure of how serious she was - regardless, he’d crossed a line from which there was no turning back. He had no way of knowing what the future held for him, but he desperately hoped he’d continue to grow closer to the Princess - his Princess. Content to lie with her, hoping to draw out the moment as long as possible, he closed his eyes and dreamt of what the future held for him.