A 'Thank You' in White and Blue
Appreciation of ExcelLEnce
The room is much girlier than you were expecting.
Frilly lace and froo-froo pillows have never been her thing. You can’t imagine her in a four-poster bed, and the colour pink anywhere within arm’s reach is usually a sign that something is wrong. And yet, here they all are: all the things you thought were triggers of decidedly ‘un-Dash-like’ behaviour, plastered around you like they’re props in an over-the-top romantic comedy.
You sniff the air. Only a little bit of perfume, at least.
As your eyes adjust to the dim light of the room, set perfectly as you imagine a stereotypical boudoir might be, you see her on the center of the bed. Just like in the hypothetical scenario in your head, she’s wearing lingerie—but unlike the over-the-top ensemble you envisioned, the outfit she’s wearing looks good.
Dash’s body doesn’t seem suited for slinky evening-wear, but somehow she’s found a way to make it work. She looks up at you from the center of the giant probably-imported bed, smiling nervously at you through the thin-haze of the bed-curtains. Her blue frame is sprawled out almost to a full stretch, her hooves reaching from one end of the bed to the other. Her mane falls over one of her eyes like a curtain, shielding her lost-in-blue magenta irises from the dim-lighting. From her chest down to her tail, she’s wearing something only describable as ‘sexy’. It’s thin, much lighter than you thought any pony clothing could be: a barely-there several strands of fabric the same colour as her eyes, spun around her body like a spiderweb of just-in-the-right-places full-form allure. It makes you think of a mix between string-bikini draped over too-busty blondes, or the just-trashy-enough thong peeking out when an eye-catching girl bends over at the mall.
In the best way possible, anyway.
Dash doesn’t look comfortable in the outfit, but true to her commitment to always give one-hundred-twenty percent, no matter the endeavour, she runs a hoof along her side as she lays lounging on the decadent bedspread. Her smile wobbles a bit, but she closes her eyes in a good enough imitation of sultry to be convincing, and the way her hoof traces her slender waist down to her more-than-plump-enough hips has your eyes riveted the whole time. She swishes her tail in the air when her hoof touches its base, and lets it land with the tip on her chin, which she takes into her mouth, biting down like a sexy kitten begging for your attention.
Unf.
You want to walk forward, but you feel like you need an invitation first. You watch as Dash opens her mouth and removes her tail. She looks up at you with her hair still covering one eye.
“Uh... hey,” she says.
She sounds a lot less sure than she looks.
“Sorry,” she says. “I’m not really used to... this.”
It’s okay though. You feel like too much investment would break the illusion. Besides which, seeing Dash nervous about anything is always adorable.
“You can come in if you want. Just, uh... don’t get your shoes on the pillows. They look kinda expensive.”
You slough off your sneakers and make your way to the end of the bed, brushing the translucent pink lace away with your hand. The bed doesn’t even creak as your knees meet the sheets, a testament to your speculation that, yes, it’s probably imported from somewhere very expensive.
Dash smiles at you properly as you half-crawl forward, and raises from her awkward pose to meet you as you stop next to her. She puts her hooves on your shoulders and meets your face with a nuzzle, rubbing the softness of her cheek into your skin. She makes a cute sort of squeaking sound under her breath, which, though loathe to your sensibility of conduct, makes your jeans feel tighter.
“Hey,” she says again. That’s all she has to say, because it’s the way she says it that means more than the word itself. A cheerful ring in her voice that only ‘hey’ can carry. A tiny break, like she’s letting the cracks in her armor show when you’re nearby. Nuzzle, nuzzle. You kiss her cheek a little, and she giggles.
—Was this your idea?
Dash pulls her head away with an embarrassed flush already growing on her face. You resist the urge to tackle her into the blankets and see how quickly you can unravel the spool of her sexy silk dress-up.
“Well... not really.”
Not surprising. This whole thing isn’t really her style.
—So whose was it?
You nudge her playfully on the shoulder with your hand. Even from a tiny touch of your fingertips, her fur fans out delightfully under your palm, like blue cloudsilk picked from a passing cumulonimbus in cerulean.
Instead of answering, Dash turns her face sideways, staring into the depths of the underlit bedchamber and avoiding your gaze.
“...somepony’s,” she says.
“Don’t be modest, Rainbow Dash. You helped with the idea more than you’re giving yourself credit for.”
That voice is a notable contrast to Dash’s blustered mumbling. Every syllable is placed exactly so.
You turn your head in the direction Dash is staring, upon which she reorients her focus to the bed-sheets underneath, her cheeks flushing as brightly as the shimmering pink curtain surrounding the bed. Or the searing bright red of her outfit. Rose petals and coming-off-on-neck-tie lipstick.
Hm.
The face that smiles softly back at you through the bed-curtains is one that looks even more out of place in the tiny brothel-for-two than Dash’s. She’s incrementing the clientelle by one, at least.
—Princess Celestia?
The Princess’s smile brightens and grows even wider as she peeks her head underneath the soft-hanging silk and turns to you, her neck craned between your body and Dash’s.
“Indeed. Rainbow Dash told me she wanted to thank you, but wasn’t sure how to go about it. I was flattered she came to me for advice, and the two of us came up with a splendid idea for your reward.”
—Excuse me?
Princess Celestia doesn’t answer. She places her forehooves on the bed and slides them across the sheets, making a slippery sound as she slithers in-between you and Dash, scrunching her legs up underneath her body and kneeling. She only stays between you for a moment before crawling around Dash’s other end, taking a place at the head of the bed next to the pillows. As you watch with an open mouth, she lowers her head to Dash’s and nuzzles her cheek the same way you did—the difference being that Dash answers her with a sort of shell-shocked trepidation, face glowing brighter than the cherry-red she’s wearing.
Celestia seems unphased. She flaps her wings and a tiny gust of wind wafts across the bare skin of your arm where your t-shirt doesn’t cover it.
—This can’t be real.
“I imagine it does seem a bit unlikely,” Celestia says. “Would it be helpful if I told you I’ve been dying to get a proper look at a real human since you appeared in Equestria?”
Your blank-faced stare is all the answer Celestia needs. She smiles at you and shrugs with a quick roll of her eyes.
“Well, I suppose you can ruminate on the explanation for a bit longer if you wish. Or, if you’d prefer, I know Rainbow Dash would very much like to get on with her thank you.”
Celestia moves her hoof behind Dash’s back, and the way Dash jerks forward suddenly makes you think she’s received a prod in the middle of her spine. She turns her head from side to side for a second, as though she’s ensuring no passerby might walk past and see her in an unseemly state of affairs.
After she’s certain the only other occupants of the room are you and the Princess, Dash lounges further onto her back and spreads her hindlegs wide. She flits her tail between her legs, gesturing towards her barely covered sex, using the tip of her tail like a hand waving ‘come hither’.
“She’s... she’s right, you know. I do wanna say thank you.”
—For what?
As the last breath of the question leaves your lips, you feel suddenly lighter. Not in an ineffectual, metaphorical sense—literally lighter, as though you’re being filled with helium. You look down to find yourself floating above the ground. An immaterial white shimmer glows around your body. You only get a second to examine before the airiness translates to velocity, throwing you forward, towards Dash. You have enough time to brace yourself for the impact with an outstretch of your hands, but you don’t land hard anyway—the white, magical force pulling you forward lets you rest softly on the malleable mattress, with your hands on either side of Rainbow Dash’s body.
She looks at you wide-eyed for a second before the perfectness of your position seems to strike her. She tilts her head forward and presses her nose against yours. Her mouth parts just enough to let her words through like they’re a breathe of air carried on a perfume breeze.
“For being you,” she says with a whisper. She leans further forward, and your noses press together harder as her lips meet your mouth.
Dash’s kisses are hard to describe concisely. Like everything she does, there’s a certain something about them—unlike every other pony, even the ones you can only imagine.
It’s the differences that are worth noting. The way she breathes out through her nose every time, letting out a little sigh you’re sure she doesn’t think you can hear. The way she closes her eyes a little early, trusting you to guide her lips to their target. The way her lips quiver before she parts them to let your tongue inside, meeting it with trepidation no matter her confidence elsewhere. The way that, despite her drive and determination to be confident in everything, her kisses always feel uncertain, shaky and unsure and wanting you to show her she’s doing well. How she starts out with a firm motion but softens as she moans into your mouth, and only then finds the want of things, pressing her face forward, more ferocious and desperate than you can believe sometimes.
Dash’s wings flutter next to your hands. She pulls her head back and blushes as she raises a hoof to wipe a strand of saliva from her lips.
“Heh. Sorry.”
You kiss her again before she can move away, and her moan is even louder. Her wings reach out from her back, and you can feel the stiffness of her muscles as her feathers press into your hands. The bed-sheets sing as she writhes against them, not thrashing, but with enough insistence to be noticeable. Her slim athlete’s frame turns ever-so-slightly underneath your body. Her legs stretch out, arching, rubbing against yours, begging you closer and pleading with no words for you to remove the increasingly oppressive denim covering your lower half.
You feel a nudge on your shoulder. Dash’s lips leaves yours as you turn your head to the side. You know full well what the distraction must be, but you have to see it first to believe it.
Celestia’s face is uncomfortably close. Her eyes are only part open, in that way they always are when she wants to look understanding and motherly. Normally it makes sense, but right now it seems kind of creepy.
She smiles at you.
“May I?”
You scan Dash’s face for a response. The scenario is still too unbelievable to take a step forward without consult.
Rainbow Dash’s face is still flushed with the fervor of your kissing. Her eyes sparkle as she grins at you.
“Go for it,” she says.
You turn back to Celestia. She lowers her head and moves towards you.
You’ve never kissed a princess before.
It’s certainly different.
Unlike Rainbow Dash, who is all anxious wanting energy, a pent-up ball of desire and youthful vigor built into a single display of passion, Celestia is far more composed. Her kiss feels stern—almost commanding. It’s like she’s wrapping her hoof around you, or maybe her wings, holding you in place like a cage of luminescent royal feathers.
You feel your jeans get even tighter, if that’s possible.
Celestia traces the side of your face with the tip of her wing as she kisses you. She doesn’t moan or pant in the way that Dash does, which leaves the eagerness to you. You keep somewhat restrained, guessing that diving into a kiss with another mare will set Dash off no matter how collected she seems—but it’s difficult. Celestia’s lips tingle, and her mouth fits over yours far more than Dash’s does. Her kiss is elegant, romantic—the perfect inverse of what you’re used to. Instead of feeling in control, you feel distinctly like Celestia is the one guiding things along.
Her lips part ever so slightly, and your tongue moves forward of its own volition. Celestia makes a low murmuring noise as you taste the inside of her mouth; like vanilla and french toast. Sparkly at the edges.
The kiss ends abruptly, like you’ve been pulled forward in time from a frozen moment. Celestia bats her eyes at you playfully as you collect yourself. You realize you’re panting slightly.
“I can see why you like him so much,” Celestia says.
Dash’s smile is warm on the side of your face even without turning to see it.
But you do turn to it, and Dash’s soft smile is replaced by a grin that looks sort of like a challenge.
“Well,” she says, “are you gonna stay dressed the whole time?”
Good point.
You kneel awkwardly above Dash’s hindlegs as you take your clothes off. The shirt is easily thrown to the side, but your fingers fumble as you find your belt-buckle. The soft metallic clanging as you finally reach your zipper and slide it down is like a bell signalling the abandoning of your disbelief. For some reason you feel almost ashamed of your nakedness as your boxers come down—having Celestia next to you, watching with that smirk on her face, probably has something to do with it.
Still—restraint in this situation doesn’t seem applicable.
As you toss your jeans off the side of the bed, Dash giggles and eyes your package.
You’re hard enough to give her something to look at, at least.
“Wow,” she says. “Someone’s excited.”
—Shut up.
“Why don’t you make me?” Dash sticks her tongue out at you and sits up with a propping her of her forelegs, daring you closer with the flicker of mischief in her eyes that always comes before both of you lose the rest of the night to sweat and morning soreness.
You lunge forward and take Dash by surprise. She lets out a soft gasp as your hands touch her shoulders, pinning her to the bed. Through no action on your part, your hardness presses against her stomach, the soft texture of her sky-blue fur rubbing against your shaft. You try to ignore the feeling, but Dash bucks up against you—not overtly, but enough to intensify the feeling of proximity to the spot between her legs, and to elicit a gasp of your own in response. Dash grins wide at you.
“Come on then,” she says. “Are you gonna let me thank you, or do I have to force it on you?”
As soon as the words are out of her mouth, you dive forward. Your mouth finds her neck, and fur between your teeth becomes a playground for bitemarks.
“Ah! Hey—”
You ignore Dash’s protests as you nibble on the smoothness of her skin below her coat. At the first bite, she seems almost ticklish, wiggling underneath your hands as you nip at her neck—but after the second or third, her squeals of disapproval are blended with eager-sounding whimpers. The thrashing of her body to escape your slightly-painful biting is replaced with a subdued wriggling, sliding her stomach against your cock and turning herself from side to side as you plant bites all the way down her shoulder and then back up to just underneath her chin.
“S-stop,” she says weakly. Her voice cracks in a perfect betrayal of her struggle that’s fast becoming a desperate full-body yearning for more. For something else.
You pull away and grant her a brief respite from the soon-to-become purple marks you’ve been planting on her skin.
As Dash takes a few flushed-sounding breaths, you remove your hands from her shoulders and slide your whole body downwards.
She parts her legs to welcome you and grinds her hoof against the bedding.
Your tip finds somewhere warm.
“Ahh...” Dash’s gasp turns into a soft moan as you rub yourself against her entrance. She’s as wet as you are hard, and the slickness of her slit makes you grit your teeth as your head presses past her lips. Even with just half an inch beginning to slide inside, Dash clings to you like she never wants to let you go. You feel her clenching around you as you push further forward. Her pussy welcomes you with as much desperation as her mouth did during your kiss, if not more. The bed sings again as her wings flap futilely under her back.
“Hnnn...” She makes a noise through biting her lower lip like she’s trying not to let on how turned on she is—it’s adorable that she thinks she can lie at this point.
You’re only halfway in when you feel another nudge on your shoulder—the softness of the regal muzzle you tasted before pressed into the bare skin of your arm.
You look up to Celestia. She licks you across the forehead. Her tongue is very large.
You blink as Celestia grins at you.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I couldn’t help it. Please, don’t let me distract you.”
It’s hard to ignore her staring, but you turn your head back to Dash, who’s still arching herself against you with your cock halfway inside. You close your eyes and try to blot out the mental picture of Celestia’s smile as you slide further forward—
Another lick. This one on your shoulder.
You keep your eyes closed. Celestia’s tongue is a big, enticing warmness. It’s like someone rubbing a wet, sensual cloth over your naked body.
The tongue hits your chest. Nipple.
You gasp as the last inch of you slips inside Dash’s pussy. She feels almost too tight to let you all the way in, but you always manage to fit somehow.
Celestia licks your nipple again. You grit your teeth and move your hips back, focusing on the way Dash’s lips cling to you as you withdraw.
Tongue. Tracing from your chest all the way up to your collarbone, against your neck, hot against your neck and sliding up the side of your face to your ear oh god—
Celestia bites down on your earlobe and moans into your ear, low and heavy and so airy and hot-sounding you can feel yourself twitch as you slide forward again.
Dash opens her eyes as you hold yourself overtop of her—a rarity when you’re fucking her.
“Does that feel good?” she asks with an impish giggle in her voice. The way you’re gritting your teeth is all the answer she needs, but you nod regardless.
—Yes...
Celestia laps softly at your cheek before pulling her tongue away. You try not to show you’re disappointed.
The feeling ebbs when Celestia’s face reappears, this time in front of you. Leaning towards Dash.
Celestia smiles at Dash, who blushes brightly.
“You don’t mind, do you, Rainbow Dash?” You wonder why Celestia didn’t afford you the courtesy of asking. Rainbow Dash shakes her head, about as eagerly as you imagine you would have if Celestia had asked you the same question after moaning into your ear.
You don’t move. You let yourself throb inside Dash as you watch her raise her head, moving her mouth towards Celestia’s.
The moment their lips meet, Rainbow Dash clenches around you like she’s trying to squeeze your cock to death.
“Mmmmmm...” Dash moans into Celestia’s mouth louder than you’ve ever heard before, save the high-pitched squeaking she makes right as she falls over the edge of orgasm. Celestia meets the sound demurely, batting her wings and sending a current of cool air over your bare chest. One of Celestia’s wings extends to rub along your back, tickling you with the light touch of her feathers. Dash’s own wings flutter under her back like she’s trying to fly away, and the sheets squeak in protest as Dash thrashes on top of them as well, a motion with the delightful side-effect of forcing you further inside her still, bumping the head of your cock up against her insides and that bringing a satisfied squeal as you poke her in the special spot she loves for you to hit when you’re really pounding her.
You can’t not do it. You have to.
As you watch your girlfriend moan into her Princess’s mouth, you pull back, hold for a second, and then slam forward.
Dash bucks against you like she’s trying to throw you off the bed. Her voice shifts from a low murmur of contentment to an alarmed squeal, the same kind she makes for you when you’re holding her on all fours, your pelvis smacking against her well toned ass, your hand yanking at her mane or wings until her whole body shivers, clenches, and suddenly freezes, followed by the spasming of her pussy around your dick. You can’t imagine she’s that close already, but the sound is the same, and it’s only a good incentivizer to continue ravaging her while she’s making out with the royal horse sitting on your right.
So you do.
Dash’s body rocks with the bed as you fuck her, bouncing inches up off the mattress and moaning into Celestia’s mouth all the while. Celestia, who stays almost silent the whole time, continues rubbing your back with her wing. She barely moves a muscle, only pressing her face forward slightly like she’s just doing it to be a vessel for more of Dash’s noises. Dash throws her hooves up like she wants to grab on to something, but only finds air, so she lets them fall back to the bed and grinds them into the sheets like she’s trying to tear them apart.
At last, the kiss breaks. Dash pants like she’s forgotten how to breathe.
“Your girlfriend is a very good kisser,” Celestia tells you. You catch a glimpse of her face as you pull your eyes away from Dash, and you’re quite certain she winked at you.
“Does she always sound like that?” Celestia asks with an amused look on her face. She leans back a bit, a position that wouldn’t look out of place with a hoof on her chin, watching from an observation gallery.
—Most of the time, you answer between breaths. You feel a sheen of sweat collecting on your forehead, and wipe it away with the back of your hand. —Usually only when she’s... really close, you say, pausing out of necessity to your body’s yearning for oxygen. —Or when I’m... doing her... in her favorite... position.
Dash closes her eyes tight and bucks up at you with each thrust. She’s lost already.
“Hmm,” Celestia says. She trails the tip of her wing along your spine, drawing out a shiver when she slides it over your butt. You had no idea wings could be so articulate.
“I think I’d like to see that,” she says.
The request is enough to slow your thrusting. You relax your pace to give Dash a chance to come back to herself, which she does after a few glacially paced slides of your cock past the entrance to her slit, letting her dampness soak over your head and shaft with each laborious stroke.
—Well?
She opens her eyes. They swim with a passion like a fire, burning so bright it’s a wonder she can see without blinding you.
“Yes,” she says. “Fuck yes. Bend me over right this minute.”
You can’t resist her when she talks like that.
Dash moves with you like it’s a routine you’ve rehearsed. You’ve no sooner pulled back with Celestia’s wing still cradling your butt than Dash has sprung up from the bed, spinning herself around in midair and landing on all fours. She takes the position like it’s ingrained, and waggles her butt at you with a shake of her tail. Her wings stand out stiffly from her back, pointing straight out in what you know is an aching arousal.
“Come on,” she says. “Show the Princess how you love to fuck me.”
—With pleasure.
Your hands are a natural fit on her rump. What her backside lacks in size, it makes up for in tone; you’re pretty sure you could bounce a quarter off one of her butt-cheeks, if you were so inclined.
Instead, you use them as handholds as you line yourself up. Despite the confidence of her direction, you feel Dash shake against you as your rod pokes against her slit, which is by now most assuredly dripping onto the bed-sheets. You slide along her lips a few times, which feel engorged with the heat and wetness of her arousal. She responds by grinding herself against you, arching her back like a cat ready to pounce backwards.
She gasps as your head pokes against her clit. You take her then, in that moment of surprise. You slide inside her like you’re a perfect fit, and the slap your crotch makes against her body as you slam home is music to your ears, and presumably hers as well.
“Fuck!” Her voice cracks again, and she leans forward, biting down on her bottom lip and shutting her eyes. You can’t help but smirk, even in your relative breathlessness.
You only wait a few seconds with her clenching around you before you pull back, then slam forward again. Dash’s whole body shakes when you bury yourself home, pressing so far up into Dash’s cunt that you can feel yourself hitting—
“Mmmmh!”
There; that squeaking noise she makes when you’re hitting her just right. It’s the best.
Mid-way through your second thrust, Celestia enters the picture again. She leans over like an amused cheshire cat, watching the quivering of Dash’s body as she turns to jello in your hands. She lowers her face to the base of Dash’s wings and rubs against them, pressing her muzzle into the stiffness of Dash’s arousal. Feathers rub over her face as Dash bucks backwards, meeting your thrust with one of her own, her voice high and eager as you keep your pace steady.
You watch Celestia open her mouth and wrap her lips around a clump of Dash’s feathers.
“Oohhhhmygoshwhatareyou—”
Dash’s frantic question blurs into a low moan as Celestia tugs gently at her wing. Celestia meets the sound with a soft murmur of her own, cooing kind of like a bird might. She laps at Dash’s wing like she’s cleaning her—preening her—all while Dash is thrashing backwards on your dick.
Dash’s voice goes from high to low to somewhere in between. It’s impossible to pin down the frequency of her sounds anymore; she’s halfway between moaning and blabbering unintelligible maybe-cuss-words at any given moment. You content yourself with staying on target with your thrusting, though you can’t pull your eyes away from Celestia’s cleaning as she moves along Dash’s wing, chewing softly up to the tips and then back down to the base.
You take a handful of Dash’s other wing as you fuck her, and tug, just hard enough for her to notice.
Dash’s shaking intensifies. She shudders so much, you’re sure her legs are going to give out.
But they never do. You’ve done this enough times to know.
You give an extra hard tug as you slam yourself inside..
Dash freezes. Her wings go from half-arched to completely stiff, and the rest of her follows suit. Even her pussy locks in place around your cock, holding you all the way inside her with your head pressed up against the furthest walls of her hole. She holds you like that for a few seconds before you feel the first hint of movement; starting at her head and working its way along her whole body, until she shakes, and shivers, and lets out a tiny noise in contrast to her never ending flurry of moaning.
“Nnnh...”
She falls forward instantly. Her pussy stays clenched along your cock as you slip out. The mattress bounces as Dash collapses into it.
Celestia pulls her mouth away from Dash’s wings, which quickly fall from stiff to limp, lying over her back and draped at her sides.
You take in a few breaths, lamenting the feeling of the relatively cool air on your shaft in comparison to the heat of Dash’s pussy. She usually needs a few minutes to recover, but that doesn’t mean you’re about to stop wanting more.
Nudge. You turn your head to Celestia again.
She grins at you and laughs; a soft, princessly laugh, with her hoof held up to her mouth.
“I can see why Rainbow Dash likes you so much. You’re a very attentive lover.”
Of all the compliments you thought you’d never receive...
—Thanks...
Celestia gives you a nod of her head. As the seconds pass, the reality of her staring at your naked body, erection standing proud, begins to set in again. It also makes you want to ask, just a little bit, for her to do that thing with her tongue again...
“Rainbow Dash?” Celestia runs her hoof over one of Dash’s wings, stroking her like she might an exhausted cat. Dash turns onto her side with some apparent difficulty, grunting as she opens her eyes in Celestia’s direction.
“Mhm?”
“Shall we proceed with the second part of our thank you?”
You blink. Rainbow Dash does the same, but in a much more relaxed fashion. Then she nods, and turns over onto her back.
“I don’t think he’s about to say no,” she says, and grins at you.
—Say no to –
The same weightlessness that enveloped you earlier comes again, picking you up from the bed and levitating you towards the side opposite Rainbow Dash. Without any movement on your part, you’re maneuvered over and around, then thrown back down onto the bed to land on your hands and knees. Gently.
You pick yourself up and find quite the sight waiting for you.
Celestia is in the same pose Dash took up right before you fucked her into speechlessness. Celestia fans her wings out from her back and spreads her legs in the same fashion, though the difference in size makes it seem like she’s presenting you a gift, rather than asking to be railed.
Just like Dash, she wiggles her butt at you. Hers is considerably more shapely.
“Promise you won’t be too gentle,” she says.
—What? But.. you can’t just...
The force again. It pulls you forward. You feel the plumpness of Celestia’s rump against your pelvis as she positions you immediately behind her and rubs herself backwards, grinding her ass onto your cock, which is still rock hard.
“For Rainbow Dash’s sake, I hope you’re not thinking of refusing her thank you.”
—But...
You look to Rainbow Dash for some kind of out. It’s not that you don’t want to; you just can’t imagine how this could be acceptable. Nothing too good to be true ever is.
But Rainbow Dash smiles at you and nods weakly, still not looking up to standing properly.
“You heard the Princess,” she says. “Go for it.”
Before you can stammer another protest, you’re pulled forward. In one smooth motion, Celestia’s pussy welcomes you inside. The glow of magic around your body subsides as you bottom out in her cunt.
She feels a lot different than Dash.
For one, there’s a difference in size. Dash is barely half your stature, which means that as rough as you might be, you frequently feel at risk of breaking her. The way you poke inside her when you’re all the way in is what she likes, but it’s only something you can do because she’s so small. She clings to you. If it weren’t another matter entirely, you wouldn’t have a hard time convincing yourself she was underage—though you’re not really sure how ‘age of consent’ works with ponies anyway.
Celestia doesn’t feel like any of that. Her lips are much bigger, for one. And her ass has a tight sort of softness to it, enough to give in to your fingers when you press them down, but firm enough that you still feel as though a good smack wouldn’t send an undue ripple along her backside. Her whole cunt is all-consumingly warm, and wet—soaking wet, like you’re burying yourself in a soft, silken, preheated tunnel, slick with the evidence of her arousal.
Celestia turns her head back to you with a flick of her shimmering mane. She exhales loudly through her nose and drags one of her forehooves against the bed like she’s preparing herself to run, buck, or both.
“Please,” she says. You hold back a choke. Her voice sounds nothing like the one you’ve heard before—it’s soft, meager, like Dash’s in the throes of begging for your cock. But more—the contrast between her intonation and stature is totally disarming. You twitch inside her pussy, and she matches your involuntary spasm with a grinding of her ass on your crotch, rubbing your shaft against the insides of her cunt.
“Please,” she says again, “won’t you make me feel like a naughty pony?”
Gah.
You can’t say no to a request like that, but it’s not one you’re sure you’re capable of. Even with your hands on her ass, Celestia feels like more than a handful. You pull out and slam back in with as much vigor as you can muster, but Celestia matches your movement with a backwards shake of her ass, and the caress of her lips makes you shiver. You manage another half-hearted thrust before she takes over, shaking herself from side to side on your crotch, grinding your cockhead up against her insides as she wiggles back and forth.
Celestia flaps her wings as she bounces on your dick. The wafting of her feathers sends a gust of air over your chest, and you hang on to her ass extra hard for good measure, squeezing her well-toned cheeks and palming the soft parts of her rump as she slams herself back onto you.
“Mhmm... squeeze a little harder, please.” She looks back at you and bats her eyelashes, her bottom lip sticking out in an over-exaggerated pout.
You do as requested. She whinnies softly in approval. She holds her ass against your crotch on her next thrust and wiggles her butt at you.
“Spank me?” she asks, her lower lip still extended.
You draw your hand back, shaking, and hold it in the air for a moment before hurling your palm towards her backside. You connect with a satisfying smack, and Celestia’s ass jiggles ever so slightly against the force of your blow.
“Mmmm... yes, just like that.” Her voice has gone from royal and instructive to desperate, weak, needy—it’s not a change you’re about to argue with.
“Again,” she says.
You slap her ass extra hard. She meets your hand with a backwards shove of her ass. Another smack rings out as you’re buried inside her.
“Pull my wings too,” she says with a throaty intonation. Your hands move like they’re being directed by an unseen force. Her feathers under your hand are so soft, like they’re spun clouds. You find yourself maintaining some semblance of gentleness as you tug at her wings, yanking on them like handlebars to hold onto as Celestia’s slams herself onto your cock. She lowers her head to her chest and snorts as you give a nice, firm pull. Miraculously, her feathers stay in place.
You feel her get tighter around your shaft with every grasp of her wings.
Too tight.
—Dash, I’m—
You start to announce yourself, but catch yourself midway. Even though it’s Celestia you’re inside, it’s Dash’s name that comes to your lips.
Celestia turns her head to you as she plants her ass against your crotch. She grinds herself back and smiles.
“It’s alright,” she says with a sympathetic voice. “I imagine Rainbow Dash must be flattered.”
You look to the side to gauge Dash’s reaction.
True to Celestia’s prediction, she’s smiling at you.
“Getting pretty close?” she asks. She’s upright now, standing with her face towards you. Watching you as her Princess does her best to milk your cock with a every-few-seconds squeezing of her cunt muscles.
—Yeah.
“Well, why don’t you pull out and we’ll both finish you off?”
You blink a few times in response.
—What do you mean –
Celestia yanks herself off your dick before you can finish your sentence, and just like that you’re lifted up again, spinning in the air until you’re lying on your back, then lowered down to the bed. Celestia turns herself demurely, and you can see a leak of liquid trailing down her legs before her glorious posterior vanishes from your view. She smiles softly at you as Rainbow Dash does the same. The two of them wiggle towards you.
—Wait, you don’t mean you two are...
Dash reaches between your legs first. She smirks at you with her mouth inches away from the well-lubed head of your cock.
“Just shut up and try to enjoy it, dummy.”
You can’t look away. You watch as Dash closes her eyes and moves her head forward. She makes an adorable ‘ahm’ sound with her mouth before she takes your head between her lips. The wetness of her mouth is compounded by the size of your cock relative to what she can take; you feel the back of her throat when she’s barely halfway down, and she makes a sort of half-choking noise before she reorients her gag reflex and settles with your shaft in her mouth. She stays like that for a few seconds, breathing loudly through her nose. You feel her tongue trace the underside of your shaft, which makes you twitch.
Dash pulls her mouth away with an ‘ahh’ similar to her first sound. A trickle of spit drips from her lower lip onto your head, and your cock bobs at the sensation, hard and in dire need of release.
Celestia’s head replaces Dash’s after a few seconds. She doesn’t say anything, nor does she wait for you to acclimate to the idea of her sucking her own arousal off your dick; she just opens her mouth and takes you inside. Much like the rest of her anatomy in comparison to Dash’s, her mouth is much bigger; she takes all of you in one go, and hums around your shaft with her lips pressed into the base of your pelvis.
You groan and buck your hips upward. Any more like that and you’re going to—
Celestia slides her mouth off with a sound like sliding inside her other set of lips. She licks playfully at your tip as she pulls away, watching a bit of precum ooze out. She giggles when she sees you twitch and curl your fingers against the bed-sheets.
“Have you just about run out of restraint?” Celestia asks. She flaps her wings a few times and smirks at you.
—Yes.
Celestia turns to Dash, and the two of them nod, as though this is the finale to a routine they’ve been planning all along.
“Well then—” Celestia begins.
“—why don’t you let us help you take care of that?” Dash finishes. Both ponies lean towards you, their tongues hanging just out of their mouths.
You stare as Princess and pegasus lower their mouths to either side of your cock and begin to lick. They both run their tongues up your shaft; Celestia’s large and damp, Dash’s small and attentive. They go up until they meet at the head, and both ponies let their tongues run over each other, intertwining and lapping at each other’s saliva before they move back down. After another trip, they move their mouths closer, sucking gently at your dick with their lips planted. When they meet the top this time, they kiss, just a little bit, open-mouthed and panting before going back down. Sucking. Licking. Both of them staring at you with brilliant eyes, begging you to cum.
Your brain doesn’t respond when you request a warning, but your body obliges the girls’ request out of politeness anyway.
Your cock twitches and spurts the first shot of cum right into the air. It flies straight up, though a bit of it catches Celestia on the muzzle, going up onto the roof of her mouth, the rest landing on her nose. Her eyes widen and she almost pulls her head back, but before you can get your next shot off, she dives forward, with Rainbow Dash matching her. Both mares have their mouths planted on the head of your cock as you cum again, and this time you paint both their lips and tongues in jizz.
You let out a low groan as the sight of your girlfriend and her sexy magistrate lapping up your cum intensifies the strength of your orgasm. You feel your balls tangibly emptying as you fire off another round. Dash catches most of it, letting the thick creamy whiteness pool on her tongue. Celestia licks a bit off your head as the spurt finishes, and adds an extra tickle with her tongue to the underside of your glans. You grind your fingernails into your palm as your next bit of payload comes. Dash plants her lips on your head and catches the majority in the back of her throat, but a bit more dibbles out as she pulls away, and Celestia laps that up too, rubbing her face on your cock and letting a bit get on the side of her face.
The last one is deprived of velocity—it drips out of your head down your shaft. Celestia and Dash meet it with their tongues, licking along the side of your dick until their tongues meet. Dash’s is still mostly coated in cum, whereas Celestia’s is cleaner—but as they intertwine, Dash shares a fair helping of her load, and soon they’re kissing, snowballing your jizz back and forth, Celestia dripping it from her lips back into Dash’s, and then back again, until both of them are moaning and flapping their wings on their backs, and they lock lips and close their eyes. You see their throats move as they swallow their respective shares, and finally break their kiss after you’re certain neither of them can breathe.
They look towards you, panting, their mouths slick with saliva, precum, and bits of the real deal still left unlicked.
Despite your recent orgasm, your cock twitches at the sight, struggling the best it can to defy the obligation of your refractory period.
Dash smiles at you. She lets herself fall to the bed and crawls towards you, draping one of her forelegs over your chest. She nuzzles her face into your shoulder, then your cheek, and finally pulls away, still breathing heavily as she stares into your eyes.
“Well,” she says, “how was that?”
“Do you feel properly thanked?” Celestia chimes in, her composed tone brought back despite the still sweaty, cum-covered nature of her appearance.
All you can do is nod. The ability to speak has gone for now.
Celestia kneels onto the bed on your other side, and her legs join Dash’s, her significantly more sizable body pressed against yours as she nuzzles into your neck.
As both ponies sigh into your ears and rest their heads on your shoulders, you can’t help but think; if this is the kind of gift you get as a simple thank you, what kind of present can you expect for your birthday?
