The Incomplete Spell (Part I)
Huge clomps of bubbles dripped out of the cauldron. Princess Celestia took a deep breath. She then glanced over at the unicorn to her right. He stared into the cauldron, as frozen and emotionless as one of the countless castle statues. The alicorn ran her eyes up his short, stubby body up to his thick, spiky mane. She then looked back at the boiling magical mix.
She leaned down even further. Golden brown splotches popped up across the thick, blood red surface. Suddenly, a light brown film eked out from the edges of the cauldron. More and more splotches littered across the film. As Celestia felt the heat building, the splotches built up into layers and layers of bubbles. The cauldron then began to shake. Metal clangs rippled through the room, and the bubbles erupted.
"Is it--" Celestia began, titling her head to the side.
*Foom*
"Supposed to do that?" she finished. Gooey green slabs dripped down across her face. Bubbles danced down around her neck, and what looked like mounds of snot stuck to her chin.
"Your majesty, I'm so sorry!" the unicorn called out. Celestia held up a hoof. She leaned back, and then she magically lifted up a washcloth. Her horn glowed brightly. The washcloth suddenly expanded as big as a tarp. Blue sparks running all up the edges, Celestia then rubbed it all across her face, neck, and sides.
"Well, Pinnacle," she said to the unicorn, and then she shrunk the washcloth back to size, "What exactly does this failure entail?"
"It means, your highness," he began, but then he hesitated. He locked eyes with the Princess. Although motherly concern dripped from her gaze, he still feared how exactly to word what he had to say. "That there is a... a... a..."
"What?" she said. She walked over to the edge of the room and then magically flipped a switch.
"A fault," Pinnacle said, and he paused as the lights went on. He ran a hoof through his yellow and green striped mane. "There is something wrong with your gene pool and with the variety of material that you have chosen."
"That should be impossible," she replied, and then she moved back to the cauldron. She sniffed at the residue dripping from the edges, and then she immediately wished that she hadn't.
"It's a fact, your highness," Pinnicle said. Celestia strained not to vomit, and then she leaned back. She took a deep breath. The horrible blushing drained from her face, and she returned to her own reserved, regal self. "I understand that you have selected these traits specifically in your heir in his magical make up. Intelligence, kindness, strength, agility, speed..."He tapped his hoof against his head with every word. "Dancing skills, and all of those things that are a must."
"Obtaining the magical tokens for those traits was," she said, and then she paced about the room, "Far from easy." She threw herself upon a big red couch.
"Of course," Pinnacle replied. He glanced down at the stack of sealed bins behind him. His eyes ran from the piece of cursed redwood bark to the batch of cobra skin to the caterpillars wrapped in ancient parchment.
"Genetic material?" The sun goddess leaned down and smacked her head against a pillow. "Let's be frank, here. Are you saying that we must find a stallion?"
"I'm afraid not," he responded. He then walked over and stood besides her. He saw that she needed to be embraced and gently reassured that everything would be all right. Of course, even as a top aide, that clearly was not his place. Celestia had nopony in that place. "You majesty, the fault is that the royal gene pool is too small. It must be widened, and I mean widened drastically." As Celestia rubbed her face deeper into the pillow, he felt sorry for her. "No mere stallion will do."
"What then?" she asked. The alicorn forced herself to keep up appearances, even for such an informal and personal meeting, and she sat back up on the couch.
"A male of," he began, and he jittered nervously in place. He could hardly bear to force the words out, although he knew that he must. He owed the princess that. "Another species."
The alicorn stood up, and then she walked to the middle of the room. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She felt totally lost for words. That feeling, Pinnacle knew, was very unusual for her. Finally, Celestia nudged her hooves into the thick brown floor rug, and she leaned her head down.
"You're saying that we need to obtain," she whispered, "Male emissions from what, exactly?" Her face clenched, and she tried not to tear up. "A dog?" She dug her hooves down further. "An ursa major?"
"May I be perfectly honest with you, your majesty?" he asked, and he stepped over right by her side.
"Of course," she replied, and she closed her eyes, "We made a promise when we decided to make a heir the magical way-- the only way that could work-- rather than the impossible biological way. We said we would finish no matter what."
Pinnacle silently walked over to her head, and he motioned around her ears. She leaned back up. He gestured at her to follow him outside the room. She stepped out, and then they headed out to the end of the narrow white corridor. He stopped at the window. Celestia, puzzled, eyed Pinnacle's face. The unicorn just silently waved a hoof for her to come over.
The alicorn poked her head right out the window. She gazed upwards. Her eyes ran along the bevy of constellations over to the huge, full moon. Her gaze then danced across the various craters and lunar seas over to the smattering of stars at the furthermost edge of the sky.
"There," Pinnacle declared. The unicorn and the alicorn both reached up and pointed at a cluster of bright yellowish stars in the distance. He didn't say anything else. He didn't need to.
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The white squirrel dangled on the end of the branch. She tried with every last once of her little squirrel strength to touch the other branch to her right. The Northwestern Technical Institute's (NTT) official White Squirrel Preservation Society (WSPS, pronounced 'wisps') tried their hardest to support the little things, but they were pretty much just too blasted stupid and weak for their own good to survive.
A lot of them stuck around, though, laughing in the face of evolution. The NTT administration thanked their lucky stars for that fact-- since they sold so many official school jerseys, hats, notebooks, daily planners, bras, posters, ointment creams, shoes, condoms, and other pointless crap with the blasted white squirrels printed on it. On that fateful day, the WSPS' efforts were all to no avail. The white squirrel tried to grab the other branch. She then found herself clinging to thin air, and then she dropped like a fuzzy stone.
Instead of hitting the solid concrete and erupting in a red and white furry mess (which would have been horrible, but probably would make for a hugely popular YouTube video), she instead smacked against something cuddly and warm. The white squirrel looked up. She stepped across the creature's surface and then clamped against its neck. It let out some annoying little squirrel noises.
"Hello there, little one," Celestia said. The white squirrel was barely intelligent enough to be able to breathe. So, it just stared at the alicorn blankly. The sun goodness leaned down, and she let the fuzzy thing fall into a pile of bushes. Celestia then curled her head up.
She ran her eyes along the huge grey and white stripes on the building complex. I suppose I should be glad. It's not much different than home. She then looked around at the various benches and trees. The only real difference is that everything is so much... She stepped forward, and her hoof crushed a pack of Marlboro cigarettes.
She held her hoof back up, and she looked at the mess on the concrete. So much dirtier here... And it's uglier too. She beat her wings hard, and then she flew up to an open window on the building's third floor.
She coughed. "And the smell, wow," she remarked. She sniffed again, and then a group of beautification spells flashed before her eyes. Come on, now, I need to keep my mind on the mission.
Celestia bobbed in the air right in front of the window. Quiet, idle chatter emanated out from behind the huge yellow curtains. She suddenly saw an appendage brushing up. She tried not to squeal, and she flew back a few yards. She then stared at the pale pinkish and brownish thing sticking out. She flew a little bit closer.
Her eyes ran along the strange things sticking out of the limb. "One, two, three, four, five," she whispered, "But that one is smaller." They look like tendrils. Is it a plant based organism, maybe? She gulped, and then she flew even closer. She focused on the little blackish spots of hair going up the limb. "Don't be silly, it's not much different from a dog's leg and his own paws. But it's so... so different. Or, at least, it feels different."
She saw the paw-like thing wiggle about in the air. Then, the whole limb ripped through the air back into the room. She shivered. She then stared at the blank bricks above the room. Relax, seriously! You're going to be collecting male emissions from these creatures in a moment, after all! He looked back at the little magical vase stuck to her back.
"It's now or never," Celestia declared. She fluttered her wings in the air, and then she closed her eyes. She sped through the curtains.
*Crash*
The sun goddess felt her hooves rubbing against little chunks of something. She then slowly opened her eyes. She stared straight down, and her eyes moved about the piles of broken wood, spilled glasses, and torn papers. She wiggled about her hooves for a moment.
"Oh, goodness, we are sorry about your table, mister?" Celestia said, and then she lifted her head up. She stared at the figure in front of her. He looks a lot like one of those apes that I read about. Still, though, he has a lot less hair except for the top of his head. He blinked. She ran her eyes down to the big, reddish brown seat underneath him and then back up at the plain bluish clothes on his body.
Celestia then locked eyes with him. He's got those big glasses, and they're kind of purple-ish. Reminds me of what Twilight said about that friend of hers. 'Twist' is the name, I think. He wiggled about in his seat for a moment, and then he dropped the small brown container out of his hand. He kept on looking silently at her with his eyes opened wide and his mouth opened even wider.
"You guys are seeing what I'm seeing, right?" the figure muttered. Celestia heard some noises from her sides. She kept on staring straight ahead. He's close enough to a pony, isn't he? Two eyes, two ears, a chin, two front limbs, two back limbs, and a tail scrunched up behind the seat. Not as weird as I feared. At least, I think that's a tail. She took a deep breath. Hopefully, they reproduce just like ponies as well.
"Hello," Celestia said. The figure looked back blankly. She glanced back, and she magically pulled up the little catalog that she had stuck to her back. She buried her face in the pages. "We are, yes, very happy to be at the Northwestern Technical Institute just before the eve of your 'Rush Week', as you call it." She flipped a little bit ahead. "You human beings have a very interesting view of furthering your academic studies. You, yes, men have a nice little honor society; we are glad to see that your intellectual success is being rewarded."
She closed the catalog, and she took a deep breath. I hope I pronounced all that correctly. The sun goddess then ran her eyes around the room from a tall black dresser to a small grey calendar to thick greyish-black bookshelves to a wall covered in abstract paintings. Just like a little mare's room, really... The only difference is that it all smells horrible here. Oh, well, if they're the geniuses of this species, then their genetic material should be high quality.
"Yes, we do?" the man said. He leaned up in his chair. He took off his glasses, fogged them up, and then put them back on.
"Our name is," Celestia began, and she put her right hoof to her chest, "Princess Celestia-- from the planet we know as Earth and a land we know as Equestria." She stepped over towards the man. "We are intrigued at how you refer to your planet as Earth as well."
"Henry, did you put acid in my coke?" the man asked, looking off to his left. He then whistled, and he rubbed the end of his limb against his scruffy jet black hair.
"And you are?" Celestia asked. She ducked into the catalog again for a spit-second. Hands! The tips of their front hooves are called 'hands'.
"Wayne Zander," he replied. He shrugged, and then he extended his hand. Celestia paused, and then she pressed her right hoof against it. His hand flattened against the tip of her hoof.
"We are pleased to meet you Mr. Zander-- or, if you prefer, Wayne."
"Likewise, for sure," he said. He held back his hand, and then he awkwardly coughed. The sun goddess peeked once again in the catalog. Okay, so the five tips of the hand are called... called... Fingers? That sounds odd.
Celestia then turned over to the right. She spotted another man sitting in the middle of the floor. He had the same sort of hair on his head, but he also had it along his sides and the end of his chin as well. She eyed along his plain white clothing over to his almost identical looking glasses.
"Harry," he squeaked. He then held up his left hand. "Harry Rundgren, your... Your majesty?"
Celestia stuck out her right hoof, and she made contact with his hand. He squealed once again. He then pulled off his left hand and held it with his other hand. He stared as he wiggled his fingers-- apparently still wondering if it was all real. She then turned over to the left.
The man staggered to stand up, but he slipped. He then fell back into the pile of little white boxes where he had sat. He let out a little gasp as Celestia moved forward. She thrust out her right hoof once again.
"Henry Difford," the man said, and he grabbed her hoof with both hooves. He panted. She shook her hoof a little bit as he eyed along his raggedy grey and black clothes and then at the bright blue hair on his head. He had it up in a weird kind of spike as if he had been hit by a few thousand volts.
"A pleasure," she replied. She then stepped back a few feet. She sat down, and she looked at all three men. They all seemed paralyzed by a combination of one part fear and two parts pure confusion. "Well, then, we supposed you all are wondering why we are here."
"Sure, why not," Wayne muttered.
"We are preparing a very delicate magical spell," she said, and she held up her left hoof as she narrated, "Unfortunately, it has failed repeatedly. It has come to our attention that we need new ingrediants."
"Ingredients," Henry repeated. Although he kept his body still, he then flipped his eyes to the door.
"Oh, no, it's not what you think," Celestia said, and she stood back up, "It's something that you should enjoy, actually." She stepped forward, and she tried to put on her full royal airs.
She wiggled her backside and shone her magic all over her bright white body. She curled her head back and left her mane flutter all through the air behind her. She pulled her lashes over her eyes and made a huge smile. She felt seduction dripping off of her face. The three men all had their worried faces melt into something else. Yes, yes, it's all working perfectly!
"We require," she moaned, and she put on that soft, sing-song voice, "Just one specific thing from you humans." She stepped out over to where Wayne sat, and she shifted her sides around with every careful step. "It's one thing alone." Her plot tossed around in the air. "Your..." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Your emissions."
"Emissions," Wayne repeated. He looked like he would have a heart attack at any moment.
"Your sperm," Celestia whispered, and she moved her face besides his until they were just a few away, "We must have it."
"Okay..." he meekly replied. He paused. He glanced around from side to side. His friends remained still as statues. Wayne gazed at Celestia's warm, tender face. He reached out with both hooves, and then he ran his fingers along her neck.
She cooed. She closed her eyes, and she moved closer. He pressed down with his whole hands behind her head, and he ran his hands up her neck to her chin. His head moved forward just by instinct. Yet she suddenly shivered. Her eyes popped back open.
"I almost forgot!" Celestia called out. She magically filed over the small vase. She then pulled out a syringe with a glowing red liquid. Wayne squealed, and he shifted back in the seat. "Oh, that's not for you, silly." He wiggled backwards, and then he fell behind the seat. "It's for--" She lined the shot right upon her left shoulder. "Us." She then pressed it down, and the liquid seemed to disappear.
Wayne got back up, and he stepped over to Celestia's side. He reached out and then ran his hands along her neck and shoulders. "What was that for?"
"Milk of amorous clover," she replied. She then felt a ripple shoot through her body. Wayne picked his hands up for a second, but then he rubbed them back all around her body. "It's to keep up our stamina as well as to get us in the appropriate mood-- keeping us there. Don't worry, though, you will get enough exposure to it as well just by touching me."
"Y-you're r-really serious a-about this?" Henry asked. He finally picked himself up, and he walked over. He stood a few inches behind Celestia's plot. "This isn't a t-t-trick. This isn't... Well, dammit, if it's a dream, don't wake me up." He reached out and then buried his hands in her long, thick tail.
"You guys aren't really doing to fuck a horse, are you?" Henry suddenly called out. He stood up. He twirled his head around, and then he smacked his hands against the wall. "For fuck's sake, guys. Seriously. Just--" He took a deep breath, and then he shivered in place for a moment. "Look at her ass, brah. She's got a horse ass. Look at her face. Look at her legs. She's a fucking pony. You're really. Oh, shit. Shit. SHIT!" He smacked around at the mound of white boxes around him.
"You're fucking right I'm fucking this horse," Wayne replied, and he kicked his pants of. "This beautiful, magical, smart, talking horse that smells like fucking sunshine..." He shuffled them off of his feet. He then buried his face in Celestia's neck. He opened his mouth up wide, and then he made a trail huge sloppy kisses all along up to her cheek.
"We're fucking glad you feel that way," Celestia responded. She leaned back, and she let out a happy sigh. Wow, I can't believe I didn't have to explain or anything. I just had to ask. These humans are a lot kinder and friendlier than I thought. She suddenly felt something hard and throbbing rubbing up against her back leg.
Harry let out a small moan. She glanced back to see him trying to pull the pants off the ends of his legs. He staggered. He almost fell backwards onto the broken table legs. He finally shifted himself over to the right. She looked up at the throbbing thing in between his legs. Oh, small... very small... But then again, I'm sure as goodness not going to complain.
She glanced back forwards at Wayne. He gazed up at her. She felt her shiny, magically charged skin just beaming all over his body. She knew that he wanted her beauitful face so bad that he could barely breathe. He leaned forward a little, lips out, but then he paused. Oh, we're... differently proportioned aren't we? He shifted his head left and right, and he tried to picture how exactly he was supposed to lock lips with her. Finally, she pushed her face onto his.
Wayne kissed her again and again all over the sides of her face. He then stuck out his tongue and they met lip to lip right at the end of her snout. He ran his tongue across the tips of her teeth. She then felt Harry's thing rubbing all along the sides of her flank downwards.
Harry moved up to her breasts, and she felt his hard, pulsing thing sending little ripples along her belly. Wayne wiggled his head back and forth, just trying to press deeper and deeper into her sweet embrace. Harry squeezed his thing into her teets, and his tip nudged again and again against her nipples.
Besides the three lovebirds, Henry stamped around on the floor. "Fucking horrible! Just fucking horrible! You think I can fucking stand this shit for one more fucking second!" Henry shouted. He reached over and grabbed the desk besides him. He then held back his right hand. Just moments before he punched through the nearby wall, he glanced down.
Henry saw a huge tent pitched right in the middle of his sweatpants. He paused for several agonizing seconds. He then let out a low, angry moan. His legs jiggled.
"Why boner, why," he called out. The pulsing feeling grew stronger than ever, and then he smacked his hands against the back of his head. Henry turned around. He thrust his sweatpants down, and then he jumped onto Celestia.
(To Be Continued)
First Collections (Part II)
The sun goddess slumped down, and she let out a little noise. The three students backed off of her for a moment. Her horn glowed, and she then magically blushed all of the remnants of the smashed table completely off to the side.
Celestia looked up at Wayne, who held his manhood inside a thick tuft of her mane right above her horn. She looked back and Henry and Harry, both of them moving their hands around her flanks and across her belly. She grinned as he tossed her body a little to the side.
"Well, then, we should really get started," she said, deepening that sing-song voice that she knew they found irresistible. She fluttered her eyes, showing off those cute lashes that stole the hearts of countless stallions.
"Do you need us each to get one of... of..." Harry began, and then he shot a glance at the backpack atop a bookshelf. He reached over, unzipped a side pocket, and pulled out a little plastic package. "One of these?" Celestia eyes focused on the huge white squirrel image stamped on the condom, with a little Northwestern Technical Institute TM label underneath.
"Harry, where'd you even get that, anyways?" Wayne asked as he groped all around her neck and her shoulders.
"Suppression of Male Privilege Appreciation Day, last year," Harry eked out, and he shrugged, "I just picked it off their table."
"Oh, you silly things, you're not expelling semen in there," Celestia remarked, and she let out a girly giggle. She whacked Henry with her tail, and he promptly grabbed it with both hands. "You'll use this." She magically lifted up her vase and wiggled it around the air in front of the three students.
Wayne threw the condom behind him like a used napkin. Celestia locked eyes with him as she swung her head around. He placed his hands around her head as he lined his manhood up. She opened up her mouth, and he drank in every last little bit of her beautiful big eyes. She slurped across the tip. He let out a loud moan. She kissed the tip again and again. Wow, I'd forgotten how nice the stallions always taste.
Celestia felt Henry's hands moving down her tail and then gripping the end of her flank. As well, she felt her thick juices dripping off of her marehood down her plot and along her legs onto the floor. Don't dilly-dally, you silly! He panted as he clenched harder across her flank. He then knelt down, and he shoved his hand into her marehood.
The sun goddess cooed, taking her mouth off of Wayne for a moment. Ripples of pure pleasure shot through her plot across her whole body. Wayne then gently nudged her back into place, moving his right hand all through her soft, smooth mane while his left hand held her neck. Celestia slurped loudly all along the length of his manhood. He let out loud breaths. She licked faster and faster. She moved up and down, left and right, and all around the shaft.
She slowed down for a moment as a hard throbbing pressed all along her belly. She felt Harry's manhood's moving down as her nipples hardened with anticipation. He thrust itself against her breasts. She groaned as he rubbed himself in little spiraling circles. Electric tingles of bliss wiggled up her sides. He flicked his manhood against her nipples, traced along the sides, and left a cold little pre-cum trail that drove her crazy. All the while, Henry ran his hand into her marehood over and over again. He pumped like an organic machine.
Wayne pressed a little with his hands, and Celestia licked at an even faster pace. She leaned her head back for a second, and she took the whole tip into her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and slobbered all over his shaft. She very carefully scraped her teeth along the tip, and then she sucked. Wayne seemed to lose it. Shivers shot all through his body. Celestia, in turn, sense herself going almost going numb from the hot, smooth sensations going up mouth.
As Wayne's slightly sweet pre-cum dripped into her mouth, Celestia felt Harry pull his hand out. She heard Harry snicker, and then his hard, pulsing manhood danced along the edges of her marehood. Henry, in turn, pressed his hands all around her chest. Celestia sucked harder. As Wayne's legs buckled, she shoved her head forward. She curled her tongue all around his manhood inside her mouth.
Wayne mindlessly screamed. He gripped the sides of her head tightly as she kept on slurping. She moved her head up and down. He leaned down and buried his face completely in her mane. She flung up her right hoof, and she nudged around his balls and the base of his manhood. Wayne screamed once again, and he pumped into her mouth harder. His moves locked into a forceful rhythm. She took him in effortlessly, loving very last second of it.
Harry's manhood slid right inside Celestia's plot. She wiggled her backside, and she felt him shoving himself in as deep as he could. A huge, warm blast of pleasure rocketed up her back and then swarmed into her mind. The sun goddess tasted Wayne's pre-cum, collecting it all in the beginning of her throat. She could barely breath anymore, feeling just so good.
Stay focused! I need to save every last drop! She jiggled her lips across Wayne's manhood. Harry swung himself back and forth into her plot. She heard her juices dripping across his body with each big thrust. As well, Henry reached over and squeezed her breasts against each other hard over his manhood. Every last touch of those wonderful fingers of his-- massaging with a sensitivity that no hoof ever could-- set off explosions of pleasure.
Wayne panted, jiggled about, and dug his hands into Celestia's skin. She kept on sucking as hard as she could. Wayne's moves built up faster and faster. He let out a soft whine, and he got louder and louder. Celestia slobbered her tongue across his manhood as each pump grew quicker. She felt Henry's fingers digging deep into her teets, going at her so hard that she almost bled. His cold, sticky pre-cum soaked her puffy pink nipples. She squealed, and the ripples of joy across her body built up.
Wayne slapped the back of her head as he thrust himself forward. She sucked him right to the base. Harry's pumping quickened, and he grabbed the tip of her tail with full strength. Wayne yelled as his manhood throbbed, wiggling back and forth in her mouth. Thick, warm cream poured down into her throat. She felt little sparks dancing around the sides of her head, showering her with pleasure.
Celestia bonked Wayne's legs with her front hooves. In just a split-second, she flew the vase in front of her mouth. She curled her head around, and then she spit into it. She opened her mouth wide. She took a big breath, and she closed her mouth again, washing everything around in her mouth. She narrowed her eyes, and then she spit again. Wow, this is just so uncivilized. She nudged around her lips and let the last little bits of cream drip out. The things I do for my kingdom...
She suddenly felt Henry's fingers clenching against her belly. She threw her head back, and she watched as he just melted atop her breasts. Creamy white trails littered all across her soft pink teets. She let out a long, passionate moan. The smooth, warm sensations felt so good that she couldn't even begin to describe them.
She magically moved the vase over as Henry leaned back, panting hard. She pressed the vase against her nipples, and then she concentrated, her horn glowing brightly. The liquids neatly dripped off of her breasts into the vase, sparkles of magic dancing all around her nipples. It's not that hard, really, and I've already collected so much.
"Oh, Princess, baby, I'm cumming," Harry exclaimed. His thrusts went on, swinging again and again like an ax upon a trunk. His legs buckled. She clenched her plot against his manhood.
"Thanks to you, Wayne," Celestia said, and she locked eyes with him. He nodded, trying hard not to pass out. "Harry.." He just waved a hand into the air, and he leaned back, making a gurgling sound. Glad to see that there's no resduine on their own bodies. I got it all. She suddenly gasped, and she felt the pumps behind her moving almost at lightening speed.
"Sun... is... coming... up..." Harry moaned, and then he leaned her body down across her back. Her mane fluttered across his head. The pleasure seemed to boil her brains.
"Just pull out... and release on... my plot, please," she muttered.
"No fucking way," Harry replied, and he curled his feet along Celestia's legs. He nestled himself as close as he possibly could.
"If you don't pull out, I'm bucking you to the Chemistry building!" Celestia called out. She clenched her face as she swung out her back hooves. She bent her front body down and prepared to fire.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Harry yelled. He slid his body up and then fired long, white trails all along her tail. He panted as he squeezed out every last drop. Celestia groaned, missing that throbbing manhood in her plot already.
"Thank you, Harry," she replied as she flew the vase over to the edge of her tail. She muttered a cleaning spell that ran the creamy white film down into the vase. She tossed her head about, and she took a deep breath. Have to get back on my bearings, goodness... I'm only about half done collecting.
The sun goddess stepped a little bit forward, and she gently rubbed a hoof along Wayne's side. He gazed at her beautiful face as he shifted about in the chair. His legs wiggled uncontrollably.
"The fun has... just been doubled, huh?" Wayne moaned, and he forced himself back up.
(To Be Continued)
Final Collections (Part III)
"Yes, of course. My dear humans," Celestia called out, standing up proudly, "the fun has indeed been doubled." She paused. She looked back at the three students, flinching. "I said: 'The fun has just been doubled.' Yes!"
Wayne coughed. Henry nervously held his manhood in his hands, standing right besides Celestia. She glanced at them and at Harry, who just leaned against the wall. Celestia shook her head and scurried over to the window, throwing her head and half her body out.
"Uh, princess," Henry began.
"I said, Luna, that the 'Fun has just been doubled'!" Celestia shouted, waving her hooves in the cool air. "Doubled! As in: your cue! Thou must enter our particular location at this very moment with immense haste!" Her royal Canterlot voice rained out through the night.
Henry and Wayne gazed at Celestia's wiggling plot, sticking out of the window with her tail flopping everywhere. "I am so telling the anime club that she's here," Wayne muttered, lunging to a side table for his Android. Henry whistled.
A loud flash suddenly shot through the room. Celestia and the guys spun around and threw themselves down at a glowing orb atop the ruined table. She magically shot it up before her eyes, revealing it as a crumbled scroll. She looked out at Harry, now almost passed out flat on the carpet, and Wayne, trying his best to flick his phone back to life.
"Dear, oh, sister, aaaaaaah," Celestia read aloud, "I, oh yeah-- touch it right there, regret to inform you that, please rub a little upwards my dearies, I've gotten a little, uh not so fast, occupied as I walked through the Women's Dorm, YES-- but HARDER, and met with the Delta Kappa Gamma sorority..." The writing devolved into frantic scribbles. Frowning, Celestia flipped it over and spotted a little golden square. She clicked her hoof against the scroll.
A mini video started to play. "Suck it, you blue bitch," a chubby redhead girl with floppy breasts shouted at Luna. The alicorn took every last inch of the two-sided strap-on. Luna whined as it started to vibrate. Two tall brunettes with thick freckles, looking like twins, ran their hands along Luna's back as their own strap-ons wiggled in the air. Feminine moans poured out of the scroll.
Celestia tossed the scroll atop the pizza boxes in disgust. Just like her to leave me with these human males. Does she think that female humans give sperm as well? Sheesh! We're just wasting valuable time until our spell ends! Luna, you-- She squealed suddenly, feeling her knees giving way. Tingles of joy rained through her mind.
She glanced over and saw Wayne with his face buried inside her plot. She felt his tongue going all across her marehood and up to her tailhole with total abandonment. She felt herself becoming so soaking wet, so slippery for him. The milk of amorous clover is kicking up again! She melted inside to this never-ending high as Wayne slurped.
Henry, for his part, buried his face, hands, and body against Celestia's left side. She felt his hands moving up to her wings, fingers flowing in and out of mats of feathers. The touching, the stroking, the rubbing, and everything else rained pleasure through her body. Celestia opened her mouth to say something, but her mind couldn't obey. The sides of her eyes seemed to glaze over second by second, the magical drug flaring into full effect.
Wayne finally pulled his face out, drinking up every last drop of the sun goddess' love juice. It seemed just like a wet dream; her plot tasted something like white chocolate dunked into sparkling wine with powered sugar doused on top. He thrust both his hands into Celestia's marehood, fingers wiggling. She moaned, and he moaned right back. Yet he almost felt a pain as another part of his body became far too jealous far too quickly.
"Let us help you," Celestia said, lowering her plot right against Wayne's manhood and curling both her wings over to Henry. She smiled as she felt her feathers shifting all around Henry's rod. Wayne rubbed his tip against Celestia, and she smiled even wider.
Wayne plunged inside. The soft, slippery goodness overwhelmed him. He could barely keep himself from digging his hands into Celestia's back and emptying his balls right that second. He strained to breathe. Feeling Celestia curling her cute, fluttery tail around his chest and shoulder, he pressed in deeper and deeper. He kept things as slow as he could as he pumped. The pleasure seemed to fry his senses.
Wayne groaned as his pumps sped up. Celestia calmly shifted to the side, sliding his manhood down. He snapped back to his senses and let out a happy sigh, slowing again. He heard a chirping noise, eyes popping to his side. He snatched the phone and mushed it against his face, still working that amazing plot before him.
"YO, YO!" Wayne screamed, "Where the fuck you at?" He heard some angry chirping. "Fuck that shit. No, fucking seriously!" He brought himself balls deep inside Celestia's glorious pink and white marehood, letting every bit of his lust pour through his voice into the phone. "Fuck the midterm! Fuck Dr. Becker! Fuck this place! This is fucking worth getting expelled for!"
A torrent of chirping shot out of the phone. Wayne took one look at Henry, his mouth entangled with Celestia's as her feathers bathed all between his legs, and one look at Harry, looking as if he'd gone comatose with a permanent happy face on.
"Get fucking everyone her right fucking now! We're fucking the princess! AND I MEAN NOW!" Wayne hollered.
"What... are you... talking about..." Henry moaned, pulling out his kiss and burying his face in Celestia's mane. His pre-cum dripped across her wonderful wings.
Wayne leaned over, passing the phone along Celestia's back along her mane to Henry's hand. He held it up alongside her face as he smothered her neck with kisses. Wayne bit his lip as he slid back as deep as he could inside her marehood, pulses of pure pleasure going from his rod through his body.
"We shall feel most honored if thou wouldst proceed to this very student domicile post-haste," Celestia called out, her head buckling from the two pumping manhoods inside her, "We shall appreciate additional human male companions with all of our hearts." The phone seemed to explode with chirping. Celestia could hardly think anymore. The magical clover flowed all through her body, almost dissolving her mind.
The guys dropped the phone. Celestia shifted back, bringing up a loud, almost feminine-sounding whine from Wayne. She curled his mane across Henry's back and mushed her muzzle against his throbbing manhood. It slid right into her mouth, and she slurped at every possible angle. She felt Wayne getting close to finishing. His pumps grew animal, pounding her intensely. Wait, there's... there's something... the vase? The vase! She felt a twitching inside her plot. It took every last bit of her strength not to arch her back and let him fill her up inside. Her body screamed at her to keep on the endless waves of pleasure.
"Please," she moaned, shifting her head and letting Henry's rod rub against her cheek, "Not inside... in here..." She magically lifted up the vase and flew it against her rear. Wayne slid back and to the left, pure joy bubbling through every inch of his body straight upwards. Eyes turning upwards, he shot his load against Celestia's cutie mark, white film dripping down the big yellow sun.
She returned to Henry, kissing his manhood all along the shaft. She felt pretty close to losing it. The glazed sensation at the edges of her eyes had moved all over, and everything became a big daze. She leaned her head down and took Henry all to the base. He grunted, hands moving all around her neck and up her back.
She became more animal than intelligent pony, sucking and slurping loudly. She felt Wayne's hands going along her breasts, and she giggled in pleasure. She shut her eyes. She heard the door opening and more human males coming in. She didn't care anymore. She just had to be creamed on. She didn't care who did it, why, or where. She needed it. She craved it.
Her hooves seemed to raise by themselves onto two rock-hard manhoods. Hands shoved into both of her wings. Hands went across her mane. Hands curled down her cutie marks onto her breasts. Lips went up to her nipples, and she whined. Her plot jiggled, begging for more attention. She re-opened her eyes, seeing nothing but pinkish blurbs going across. I'm... I'm going native. She gasped for breath.
A human rod immediately slurped back into her mouth. I don't care anymore! She flipped her tounge around, moaning against and again. Give me your sperm! Sperm! Put it on me! Bathe me in it! She had manhoods all over her from inside her plot, her mane, her tail, and both her wings to both front hooves to her mouth to just about everywhere in between. She heard even more human males coming into their room, and she wanted to jump for joy.
"We need it! We must have it!" Celestia called out, eyes fluttering as the pulses of pleasure took her to a place that she hadn't felt in centuries. "Empty yourselves! We are so grateful!" She then felt her mind totally dissolve, taking her to what felt like a never ending blanket of lust with all senses overloaded.
She let the humans pound her with total abandonment. Somehow, she managed enough sanity to magically pass the collection vase around. She heard liquid dripping in, and she felt content deep inside. She'd have enough material for a proper son for sure. The word 'time' no longer meant anything to her, but she suddenly sensed after a while that the window had been thrown open.
"What... we..." Celestia muttered, panting hard. She felt emissions just idly pooling on her skin, and she said a quick spell to drip it into her precious vase. Her senses returned, barely.
"We have arrived!" Luna hollered. Celestia saw about nine human man coming off of her and standing up. They all stared at the blue alicorn as she stepped further into the apartment. Celestia tried to say something else, but she felt so weak. She could barely even stand. Luna surveyed the group, and she suddenly put her hooves against a tall blond guy in the corner.
"It would be most delightful if thou wouldst cascade thy seed upon my face at once!" Luna shouted, curling the man's cock with the power of her royal Canterlot voice.
Celestia looked on, and she simply smiled.
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Pinnacle took a deep breath. He glanced up at Celestia. She just nodded for him to continue, her hooves pressed against the side of the cauldron. The unicorn's horn lit up. Celestia closed her eyes as she recitied her part of the spell.
She stepped a few feet back. Pinnacle remained still as a statue, his eyes turning almost a ghostly white. Celestia looked up and saw little black sparks fluttering off of her mane and horn twoards the cauldron.
"We are doing it," she called out, grinning from ear to ear. "It's working perfectly." Her eyes hopped over to the streams of electricity rippling across the top of the cauldron. She heard the brew bubbling. She couldn't help from clapping her hooves in excitement, bucking back on her hind hooves.
Pinnacle seemed to enter another world. Mystical blue flames popped up from atop his head, his horn glowing brighter than ever. Celestia leaned upwards, gazing into the magical mix. The blood-red surface boiled with spurts of pinkish-white steam along the edges of the cauldron.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you so much, my perfect son," Celestia said, closing her eyes and dreaming into the future. "My true heir!" She pictured a little white foal snuggled in her hooves, rubbing up against her cutie mark. She saw herself leaning over, preparing to give the tiny wonder a kiss on his cheek. She opened her mouth.
*Boom!*
Celestia's eyes popped open. She tasted a clump of something like week old fish in her gaping mouth, and she groaned. She looked out at the wall, totally fried from the floor to the ceiling. Ugly black ash coated everything. The cauldron was no more entirely. She glanced to her side, seeing Pinnacle charred like an old piece of firewood. He stirred, letting out a torrent of groans.
Celestia spat out the magical clump of filth from her mouth, and she screamed a set of spells. She leaned down and rubbed her hoof against the burned floor. She blinked. Everything more or less returned to normal, although Pinnacle looked as if he needed a good shower and quite a bit of champagne shots.
"Your... highness... I..." Pinnacle moaned, gripping his head with his aching hooves. Celestia locked eyes with him, and she curled her lip up. "Well, what now?" The unicorn forced himself to stand back up.
"Simple!" Celestia called out.
Pinnacle stared back at her.
"We shall go with male dog emissions next!"
Pinnacle coughed, and his sad face seemed to droop to the floor.
The End
