Her Majesty's Official Sperm Donors

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)