“Are you looking through my panty draw, Anon?” A warm voice giggles from behind. You gasp and seize up in surprise as the voice breaks the silence. Your fingers tense up on the golden silken panties in your grasp. Casting an uncomfortable glance back to her voice, you see Celestia leaning against the wooden doorframe with an amused smirk on her face, as if she’s just caught you with your hand in a cookie jar.
Celestia had invited you to stay at the castle, and placed you in the room next to hers. Most of the time she had been busy with regal matters and so she had been preoccupied, leaving you to wander aimlessly around the castle to yourself. Today she accidentally left her door open on her way to a quick meeting, being too much in a hurry to close it.
You noticed the slight crack of the open door when you left to begin yet another self-guided tour of the castle. Seeing no one around, you sneak inside, tiptoeing lightly across the cool marble floor. Why did you sneak in? A thought crosses your mind. There’s nothing in here. But there must be something in here worth finding.
Celestia had always been fully clothed whenever you’ve seen her, the tight fitting dress exemplifying the strong curves of her wide hips and impressive bust. Celestia’s beauty was nearly god-like to behold and it drew the stares of men and women everywhere she went. Her long multi-coloured hair tumbled down her back almost messily, reaching just above her curvaceous hips.
“I uh…” You mumble, embarrassment shooting across you in the form of an intense blush.
“You know it’s not nice to go looking through people’s underwear drawers.” Celestia’s tone was still oddly playful, whereas she should have been absolutely and understandably livid. “You might regret it if they catch you.” Celestia confidently strutted towards you, long legs devouring the distance between the pair of you in only a few strides.
“Now what do you think your punishment should be?” Celestia steps in close to you, a wave of warm scented perfume washed over you, filling your nostrils with her fruity scent. You catch hints of oranges and citrus as the aroma swirls around your head.
“Preferably nothing.” You take a step back away from her, but she’s too quick and lightly grips at your wrist.
“I think I have an idea for what to do with you.” A devilish grin spread across her face that sent shivers down your spine as you attempted to imagine what sinister punishment she had devised for you.
“Does it involve letting me go?” You try to pull away from her grip again, but her strength is overpowering, and your wrist remains firmly in her possession.
“No.” A light chuckle from her carries a large amount of barely hidden danger behind her. “I was thinking more of…” She lowers her head slightly “…a lot of teasing, and a bit of...” Pulling on your wrist, she leans in and whispers directly in your ear, her husky tones erecting a tent in your pants. “…denial.”
With Celestia’s near god-like power, you gulp and shudder in sudden fear. She smirked at your sudden nervous reaction to her dominating intent.
“D-denial?” You try to swallow a lump that just appeared in your throat.
“A little kink of mine.” Celestia chuckled, enjoying your embarrassed squirming. “Do you think you could withstand my teasing?” Her other hand reaches out to stroke across your chest seductively, and you can feel the warmth of her palm through your clothes as if they weren’t there. Without giving you a chance to respond, she continues.
“Well, let’s take this off.” She releases your wrist from her grasp, letting it dangle by your waist. Her deft fingers begin to undo the buttons of your shirt slowly, undressing you slowly with practised skill. You can only watch as the Princess of the Sun begins to strip you down, removing your shirt first with delicate and almost planned motions. Your trousers continue to tighten as her hands stroke across your chest, her long nails gently scratching against your skin.
Once all the buttons are undone, she traces down your stomach with those fingernails, inhaling through her teeth as her attention is focused on the bulge in your pants. You feel the need to gasp as she gently strokes your groin; her intent on drawing this out is obvious.
“Let’s see what we’re dealing with down here.” Celestia grins, her fingers flicking out to unbutton your trousers, nearly pulling them apart with her anticipation. While she is unbuttoning your trousers, you take advantage of her diverted attention and remove your unbuttoned top. It crumples besides you in a pile.
Your trousers fall to your ankles as Celestia pulls them down swiftly, leaving you just in your underwear with a prominent bulge. You can see Celestia lightly squirming inside her own tight dress as she bends down on her knees to judge the size of your erection. Celestia licks her lips, catching a drip of saliva as it forms on her lower lips.
“Ooh.” Celestia smirks while stroking the outside of your underwear, the warmth of her hand touching you leaking through the thin fabric. A low moan leaves your lips as Celestia pulls down your underwear past your knees, joining your trousers at your ankles.
Your erection stands proud to attention due to Celestia’s generous attention, and a sly smirk spreads across her face.
“You’ll do.” She casts a glance up at you that screamed seduction and power. “I bet you expected me to extend my tongue and start sucking until you’re completely dry, don’t you?” Her grin widens as you nod sheepishly, dreams dying as your shot at a celestial blowjob vanish.
Celestia pressed the tips of her index fingers, and with a dim glow produced a long strip of velvet, pulling her fingers apart to get a long string to use.
“You see, this is all part of your denial.” With the string taut between two fingers, Celestia reaches out with it and ties one end around the base of your erection. Quickly, she ties a knot with it firmly secured around your cock. There’s no fight from you, as Celestia could easily overpower you and choose to delay it even further.
“Now, I’ve had a long streak of stuffy royal meetings without a break, and I think it’s time for one.” She stands up from her knelt position to look you straight in the eyes, her violet eyes piercing straight through you. “So I think a lovely session by the royal pool is in order.” She gives you a seductive wink, then turns without another word and begins walking, holding the string attached to your cock in one hand.
Her seductive walk showed off her curvaceous features again, her hips swaying back and forth as she gave a little tug on the string attached to your cock. You resisted for a second, not wanting to be pulled along embarrassingly, but a strong tug from the string changes your mind and you walk after her, admiring her beautifully round ass bound in her tight dress.
Celestia led you out of her bedroom, gleefully guiding you through the empty halls of Canterlot Castle with a long string tied around your cock as if she was taking her pet for a walk. She said nothing to you, smiling as she made sure to throw out her hips left and right to accentuate her deliciously curvaceous form. Her large ass had a quick jiggle to it on every down-step she made, no doubt inflated by years of occasional snacking and lazy mornings. In the tight black skirt, the fabric seemed to cling so tightly to her skin that it must have been squeezing the actual size. Oh to put your face between those gloriously round cheeks would be a dream and to have Celestia dominate your body with hers, holding you down with naught but her magic and seductive wiles; it would be a wish come true.
Taking a quick glance back, she sees that your attention is focused entirely on her jiggly ass. Celestia puts a bounce into her step, swaying back and forth, nearly hypnotising you with just her hips. The empty sounds of your bare feet against the chilled marble floor were lost as the swaying ass in front of you seems to fill your entire view with its sheer roundness.
Another tug on your cock from the string at your groin shakes you out of your trance, your shaft almost painfully erect under her control.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” Celestia giggled and pulled a little again. “That should be tight enough now for you not to cum everywhere the second we start.”
“W-wait, you mean we haven’t started?” Your mouth drops open in surprise.
“Of course we haven’t started. I’m just making you ready.” An audible gulp sounds from your throat as her words resonate ominously in the empty hallway.
The pair of you arrive at a white staircase with a red carpet trailing down the middle. Golden words emblazoned upon a stone sign attached to the wall at the foot of the stairs told you that the staircase led to the rooftop pool. Without wasting any time, Celestia stepped up the steps, pulling you with the string kept on a tight leash.
Only a few steps into the stairs, you notice this trip is going to be a difficult one. With the leash around your cock as short as it is, and Celestia being a few steps above you, your face is pulled within centimetres of her luscious round cheeks that quiver even more so on the stairs. The strong smell of her arousing scent filled your nostrils even more strongly. Her smell of erotic heat filled your mind completely, succeeding to blur your vision enough to focus directly on Celestia’s ass and nothing else. The misty sight of nothing but Celestia’s butt confined within her tight black dress was a visual treasure to behold.
It rippled back and forth as Celestia trotted up the stairs, her panties visible even through the admittedly thin fabric. You could pretty much see Celestia’s large ass right through the stretched fabric; little glimpses of a perfectly smooth and soft ass that seemed flawless. What would she do if you pretended to fall forward, forcing your face between those large, curvaceous ass cheeks and began licking until she pleaded with you to stop out of pleasure? Could you even resist sliding your tongue from those thick thighs up to her moist slit, stopping off to give her beautifully soft ass cheeks a wet kiss with liberal use of tongue to taste her vanilla-flavoured skin?
“We’re here.” Celestia stopped suddenly on the top floor, knowing full well that your face will collide directly with her ass. It does, and your inertia carries your face directly between the cheeks. It’s even softer than you could have thought it would have been. Her ass seems to draw you in, holding your face between her cheeks with a little grip. Your nose is forced directly against her skin, separated only by the thin material of her skirt and it’s enough for you to be overwhelmed by her intense fruity musk. The heat was already nearly too much for you, radiating throughout your entire face.
Celestia steps forward, letting you breathe again, the heat of her ass replaced by that of the sunlight hitting your face gently. It’s pleasant, but unwanted compared to the feeling of Celestia’s magnificent ass.
“I have a great fondness for my Sun in the sky, and I feel compelled to enjoy the warmth and beauty of its light, so I sunbathe most days I can for a few hours.” The smirk from before still hasn’t left her face, and it’s all the more devilish now. “But I haven’t been able to for the last few weeks, so I’m taking a little break to do that now.”
“You see, we ran out of towels to lie on, and a new batch hasn’t been cleaned in time for today’s sun tanning session.” Her eyes darted from the empty sun lounger next to the flat waters of the pool. “Which is where you come in…” Celestia tugs a little on your cock to control your attention. “…now we actually begin, I’m deciding that you are going to be my faithful little towel.”
The blood leaves your face. Surely she didn’t mean she gets to lie all over you in revealing underwear, did she?
“E-excuse me?” You croak with a dry throat.
“You get to be my special little towel today. But I have to set a few ground rules before we begin.” The strong dominating side of Celestia was becoming unleashed, and she moved with fluid grace while speaking.
“Rule number one…” She began, leading you around to the sun lounger by the string around your cock. “…no speaking to me unless I ask a question. Sunbathing is meant to be relaxing, and I can’t relax with someone speaking right into my ear. Second rule; if I ask you to do something, you must do it, no matter what I ask of you.” Noticing your worried expression she chuckles to herself. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask much besides you moving something or helping me out with basic things. Nothing excessive or incredibly strange, I just want a quiet, relaxing day.” A wave of relief washes over you, until she says the final rule.
“Rule three. You are not allowed to orgasm at all. No matter what I do, it is your task to hold it back. If you do break this rule, the most important of the rules, then I will have to actually punish you, rather than make an excuse to use your body to satisfy my own means.” She stops next to her sunbed and turns to face you, breaking your sight from her fantastic ass for the first time since you left her room. Your mouth hangs open slightly, as you realize that Celestia had more in store for you than you thought.
“Is that a-all?” You mumble, trying to project a little bravado, but she sees right through it and calls your bluff.
“Well, if you want more, I can think of an extension to your ‘punishment’, or a harsher rule.”
“H-harsher?” You realize you’ve stepped in over your head now.
“Rule four: No touching me at any time, unless I ask. Your hands and arms are to remain bound to the chair at all times. Only if I ask you to touch me are you allowed to, otherwise you aren’t even allowed to move.” Her devilish grin tells you she’s having a lot of fun dominating you. This rule of no touching was strict. How did she expect you to not rub your hands up and down her body as she lay atop you? How were you supposed to trace your hands up her sides and down her thighs while she cooed appreciatively at you?
“Firstly, this skirt is a little compressing, don’t you think?” Her fingers scored up her thighs, teasing around the zip on the side of her skirt, a subtle black stripe on her flank. “Would you do the honours, and help me out of this?” She asked a question as if you would ever say no to her.
Your fingers grasp the cool metal zip, and tug sheepishly, almost embarrassed that you are allowed to undress Celestia. It unzipped easily, and the skirt started to slip down Celestia’s leg exposing a slim pair of gold coloured panties tightly hugging her skin. The smooth material clung to her warm skin perfectly, with naught but a string holding it together. The black dress fell into a pile at Celestia’s ankles, and you can see her long perfect legs for the first time in the sunlight. You want to drag your tongue all the way up past her thighs to her magnificent ass.
Without the dress, Celestia’s bubble butt was even more impressive. The sunlight reflecting off her olive tanned skin made you want to sink your face into her warm cheeks forever. Would Celestia even let you kiss her ass even once; just once to run your tongue over her plump ass-cheeks and taste her smooth skin? Hopefully.
“Now, lie yourself down on that sun lounger, face up.” She gestures towards the sun lounger and smiles. “I know you want to just bury your face between my ass cheeks, but not yet.”
The sun lounger’s cushion was nearly as soft as your bed downstairs. The sun had heated the sun lounger and it was warm on your back and thighs when you lay down. Your arms naturally rested on the wooden armrests by each side while something niggled in the back of your mind that Celestia had planned this all out. Looking up, Celestia’s curvaceous body blocked out the sun, and she had turned around, displaying her ass to you again.
Her golden thong disappeared into her luscious crack, and you can see it stretch and flex around her tanned skin. The sunlight streams through her thin, white blouse as she slowly unbuttons it, letting the wind catch the sides of her blouse and blowing them apart. Her wide hips gently taper up to a flat stomach, which was completely overshadowed by her hefty bust.
You could see the edges of the matching golden bra that contained those large pillowy breasts. Celestia looked back over her shoulder at you, smiling at your incredulous expression.
“I’ve had time to work on my body. Do you think I’ve done well?” The silence from you says it all, and you hear another chuckle. Her fingers sink into the soft tanned flesh of her ass as she gently grasps it to tease you. Pulling her ass apart slightly, you can see that her pair of panties is crushed between her cheeks easily. Your cock stiffens even further, painfully hard now as Celestia continues to tease you with her body.
She steps to the side of the sun lounger, turning to face you with half-lidded eyes that meant nothing but fierce erotic fantasy. Licking her red lips, Celestia places a long, sexy leg over your waist and positions herself above your groin. She glances back over her shoulder at you, giving you a seductive wink, before planting her thick hips down on your stomach.
The softness of her ass is even greater than you thought possible. Your mouth hangs open as the heat from her skin is electrifying. The weight of her hot ass is nearly crushing against your pelvis, no doubt from the countless snacks after a long, hard day of countless meeting. Speaking of long hard things, Celestia gently grasps your sensitive shaft, toying with you gently as she rests her substantial ass down upon you. Her hot hands torment and tease your shaft with soft strokes and quick tip pinches.
“Maybe I’ve worked too slowly.” One of Celestia’s legs left the ground and crossed over yours, using your leg as a cushion to place hers on. She pressed your cock against the widest part of her thigh, letting you feel the warmth of her skin. A groan leaves your lips, and you have to grit your teeth to avoid saying anything.
Celestia leans back on your body, her naked back against your nude chest. Her skin is smooth against yours, and her solar warmth begins to pervade through your body. With a flick of her head, her hair slips past your shoulder and seems to move between your head and the cushion below, as if it was prehensile.
“Mmm.” She hums and you can feel the gentle vibration of her body easily. The urge to loop your arms around her waist and remove her panties is strong. “You’re comfier than I thought.”
Her other leg joins her first and crosses over in a very relaxed manner, her calf resting against her shin. More important to you though, was the fact that your cock was rock-hard and stuck between Celestia’s thick thighs. Her crossed legs closed in around your cock in a vice-tight grip of warmth and strength. A noiseless groan left your lips as two soft, warm walls closed around your cock, the intense pleasure rushing up your spine to your mind.
“Now we can begin.” Celestia giggles softly, looking down to just see the top of your cock emerging from between her thighs. The tip of one finger gently strokes the tender tip, gently swirling it between her thick thighs. Her assault upon your cock was immediate and unrelenting. Every few seconds, Celestia would squeeze her thighs together and hold for a few seconds, delighting in your restrained squirms before releasing back.
It was taking all of your strength to hold back the desire to buck your cock into those thighs and feel relief from her erotic torture. Surely it was only momentary and soon she’d whip away her remaining clothes, mount you and bring you to a state of unmatched ecstasy, right? A wet feeling near your cock roused you from your own thoughts. Had you cum already in her grasp? Had you broken one of Celestia’s rules mere minutes after she’d begun?
“It appears your cock…it making me the slightest bit wet.” Celestia grins, pulling your cock back so it can feel the dampness of her wet panties. The only thing you can do is exhale and furrow your brow, your breath rushing past Celestia’s ear. Would she take that as you speaking?
“Aaah.” You breathe.
“I can’t imagine how much pleasure you’re in right now.” She coos at you, gyrating her hips like a bellydancer, moving your cock with her hips in circles. Your eyes clamp shut, with your breath coming out staggered. The wooden arms of the chair felt like they would crack under your tight grip. “It must be absolute agony for you right now, having my wide hips press against yours so strongly. Many a man would have already cum, but you haven’t.” Celestia pushed down with her hips, stroking your cock with her damp panties and thick thighs.
Her thighs became wet as well from the accidental teasing you gave her, and her warm, moist thighs became very slick as your cock moves around between them. Your cock is surrounded on all sides by Celestia’s overpowering hot, damp thighs that had clamped tightly around it. Another groan leaves your lips, your mind being nearly broken by the pleasure of just her thighs.
“Have we broken rule three?” Celestia smiled, running a finger against your cock. On the end of her finger was a little fluid, and it wasn’t from her damp slit. “If you’ve actually cum, I wouldn’t be too surprised.”
Sexily, Celestia lifted her finger to her lips, taking a lick of the fluid, testing whether or not it’s your cum on them. Although you can’t see it, you can just imagine her tongue coiling around her own finger, drawing off the fluid into her mouth.
“Nnng!”You grunt, imagining what her tongue would feel around your hard cock.
“It seems I was wrong.”Celestia slid her finger out of her mouth with an audible pop. “It’s just pre, so you’re still in the game.” She giggles atop you, rubbing her fingers together contently.
By now, your cock was harder than it had ever been. By your estimates Celestia had had it trapped between her hips for roughly ten minutes and she showed no sign of letting up your agonizingly pleasurable torment. Even the slightest shifts in her position drove you mad, but being unable to move you were forced to stay absolutely still, even though your entire body was aflame with sexual lust and desire. Gritting your teeth did nothing, nor did flexing your fingers back and forth or any other means of trying to get rid of the powerful sensations of scorching lust.
“That’s fifteen minutes.” Celestia smiled. “I honestly didn’t expect you to last this long. I expected you would have cum almost instantly.” You were about to speak, but remembering the rules, you bit your tongue to stop yourself from speaking.
“Hnnng.” Your groans are nearly constant now, and your breathing had turned to panting.
“So, faithful servant of the Sun, would you like your reward for service now, or later?” Celestia chuckles lightly, taking a look back at your strained features. Before you can even respond though clenched teeth, she reaches back and places her hands on your wrists, trapping you to the sun lounger.
“I don’t think I need answer for that, you look like you’re about to explode.” Celestia dragged her ass up your body, deliberately pushing her hips down to tease you that last little bit. Spreading her legs slightly apart, she frees your cock from within her thighs, allowing you to feel the cooler air once again. Temporary relief washed over you, and your head sags back onto the sun lounger surface, a long breath releasing itself from your lungs. But you can still feel Celestia’s wide, hot hips on your stomach, and now with your cock released from its fleshy prison, it felt the need to point itself directly towards Celestia’s hot, damp slit.
“Well at least you’re direct.” You heard her low chuckle again as one of her hands dropped down to your cock, gently taking in a grasp and squeezing it softly. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, the teasing continued. Celestia’s hand took a tight grip on your cock, stroking you back and forth at an agonizingly slow pace. Her guiding was slow, and subtle enough for you not to notice instantly, but you feel a strong source of heat getting closer and closer to your cock.
Looking down, you see her tight clothes seem to melt off her body, disappearing into droplets, then vanishing into thin air.
“It’d take too long for me or you to battle with the clips.” She explains, covering her breasts with her arms, as if there was still a shred of doubt that Celestia’s desire was less than yours. She had been the one to strip you naked, sit you in a sun lounger and pour her hot body all over you, yet she was still reluctant to show off her no doubt incredible bust.
“I can’t wait…” Celestia licked her lips, and held your cock still while her hips descended towards yours. As her hips lowered towards yours, you grit your teeth in preparation for the unquestionably divine pleasures you were about to feel. Her sweaty body dripped down droplets onto your skin, and you swore you heard them crackle as they landed on your skin. Your own sweat was flattened against your body from Celestia’s body pressing against you. Her beautiful olive-tanned skin nearly glistened in the sunlight, making you want to reach out and slide your hands around her curvaceous body.
But all those temptations leave you as the sensitive tip of your cock meets the hot, wet lips of Celestia’s pink slit. A tortured groan leaves your lips as droplets of Celestia’s slick juices travel down your shaft on to your thighs. From her, there is a similar low groan and a roll of her shoulders that travels throughout her entire body like wave.
Inch by inch your cock slowly disappears inside of her insanely tight slit, her inner walls compressing like a vice around your shaft. Celestia was in complete control of her tightness, using her muscles to contract and squeeze your shaft, drawing and dragging you further and further into her wet depths. Celestia’s low groans vibrated through her body, adding sparse vibrations as her body warmed up even further.
The tightness was incredible as the final few inches disappeared inside Celestia’s moist slit. It was overwhelming how much her nearly-burning inside compressed around your cock, almost toying with it by squeezing it up and down. Already on the verge of orgasm before Celestia even freed your cock, you were using every last scrap of determination not to cum inside her instantly, although her heavenly pussy was not helping.
Celestia was faring much better, but still her resistance was crumbling. It had been weeks and weeks since her last orgasm, and that had been with a toy only, not the real thing. As such her body was much more susceptible to pleasure. The filling sensation of her pussy walls clamping down on your cock was incredibly pleasurable, and it sent rivulets of burning passion shooting up her spine. Her delectable moans were lengthening in duration and pitch, turning from muted ‘ooh’s and ‘mmm’s to more vocal ‘aaahs’.
Perhaps sadistically, Celestia began to gyrate her hips in a circular motion, keeping her upper body still. An anguished cry left your lips as she began to break you down with your cock trapped deep inside her pussy. Again, you try clenching fingers and toes to alleviate some of the magnificent ecstasy you’re feeling, but nothing seems to work as the pleasure continues to rise.
“Aah the Sun!” Celestia whimpers, flicking her head back and forth, allowing her billowy hair to flow in the gentle breeze. Her mind was nothing but fiery thoughts of pleasure and wanton lust, and her body acted in ways to achieve this pleasure. Adding to the previous gyrations, Celestia’s hips pumped up and down rhythmically, often enough nearly to knock the wind out of you.
It was too much. The insane combination of Celestia’s curvaceous body contributing to an orgasmically tight slit that radiated heat and sticky juices seemed to bring about your end. Your strength seemed to fade to obscurity as your mind exploded into nirvana. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as your cock spurted your hot cum deep into her vice-like grip. Your body jerked uncontrollably time and time again in the best orgasm of your life, assisted by the unrelenting torment on your body.
Although later she would deny it, it was the sudden groan coupled with the feeling of your hot cum inside her that pushed Celestia’s orgasm over the edge, spilling out of her mind like a tidal wave of sheer, unbridled ecstasy. Her back arched instantly, hands rubbing up and her legs and over her chest, stretching up into the air like a morning stretch. A torrent of her hot juices came spilling out of the tight seal between your cock and her accommodating pussy lips, drenching your thighs in her liquid orgasm.
“F-fuck!” She croaked out, her body occasionally quaking with remnants as her orgasm worked its way around her body. “Ooh, I really needed that release.” She squeezed with her inner walls to milk your cock dry, making your every last drop had been used up. “Don’t you just feel all better now?” Celestia glanced over her shoulder, and upon seeing your face frozen in throes of ecstasy she smiled wickedly to herself. “Oh, did I do that?”
She lowered her back to your chest again, stretching her arms out above her head. You could feel through the seemingly never-ending orgasm her legs stretching back out over yours.
“M-my…dick.” A mutter leaves your lips as you seem to regain consciousness.
“I think I’ll be inviting you back to Canterlot to do something like this again.”
“Maybe in a few weeks, when I’ve recovered…” You exhale, trying to get your heart rate under control. “…that was…”
“Amazing?” Celestia chipped in.
“Better.”
“Then when you come back in a few weeks, I’ll have something even more insidious planned for you.”
“Like what?”
“No spoilers…but I will break you down.” She laughed, one final tremor running through her arm.
“Want a swim?”
It had been several long weeks since your run in with the Princess atop the roof of her illustrious castle, but not long enough for you to forget exactly what happened in excruciatingly erotic detail, down to the second. Vivid scenes of Princess Celestia peering at you from her doorframe with a hungry, ravenous look of lust on her face as she caught you wrist deep in her frilly lingerie flashed through your mind in the off moments you weren’t bored of relaxing at the extensive care of the castle’s services.
On an oversized bed you lay, mildly minding your business and wondering why in the several weeks since you had even seen Celestia, she hadn’t bothered to invade your room at night and tuck herself against her newest pet in the cool dark of night. The day after had been one of rest and recuperation after Celestia’s extended and welcome advances upon you, which seemed to be entirely composed of sitting on your lap, and resting her near-Amazonian body against your own. The sight of Celestia’s body from behind; those long legs, thick thighs, wide hips, curvaceous waist and golden lingerie had kept you well occupied in the long showers you took at the end of each night.
Even now looking up at the high ceiling above you, visions of her sun-kissed olive skin entertained your thoughts. The way it felt under your fingers when she finally allowed you to touch her body was mesmerising; smooth and just soft enough to flex slightly under your finger’s insistence. The scent of her body too was something that was new and erotic. You had never known a simple aroma to be so overwhelmingly alluring before, no perfume or sweet incense had aroused your mind so simply as hers.
But come now. The most memorable and sexually satisfying aspect of Celestia that day was the heavenly and round ass that sat atop her hips, dressed in revealing and erotic clothing as simple and thin as a golden thong that disappeared into the luscious crack between her plump and smackable cheeks. A twinge from your shaft registered as even thinking about gazing on Celestia’s ass jiggling and shaking, as the pair of you had climbed those stairs up to the roof. The little string that Celestia had tied around your cock had been pulled tight to force you even closer to it, close to the point where had you leant forward an inch, your lips would have been placed onto the smooth, soft surface. Your mouth began to water.
A quick glance down to your groin showed you that even though you had barely seen Celestia in the following days and weeks outside of official congregations and public addresses, she still had an incredible effect upon you. Those times were where her gaze turned lustful as it swept over towards you sending cold sweats and chills shuddering across your body, and returned every time you so much of thought about Celestia for longer than five seconds.
A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts of her. A female voice called out from behind it, and for a second, your heart and shaft leapt at the imagination of who it might be. But the timbre was all wrong. This female at the door didn’t have the commanding air of Celestia and the power in her voice that you had seen her use once. Only once. Maybe Celestia’s sister, Luna? Oh you had caught a sight of that full moon bending over and undressing when she had left her door wide open a day after Celestia had hoisted you to the roof.
Though Luna did possess an ass that would have started wars, sadly compared to her sister’s heavenly orbs, they seemed meagre in comparison. But any other day of the week, and had the Sun herself not taken you in for her own, Luna would be number two on the list. Rumours spreading through the castle like wildfire told that Luna, perhaps being the younger sister, was insanely jealous of her sister’s…generous assets, and had taken the ‘more the merrier approach’. Applications to guard Luna’s chamber at night had skyrocketed the week following this rumour, and small talk with a guard or two with a smirk on their face throughout their shifts told that the latter rumour at least, was true.
The knock sounded again, more impatiently and quicker this time. The voice called out again, but it belonged to neither Luna, nor the rarely visiting Cadance, whom you would have liked to meet, to see if she at least looked like the Princess of Love title she had been awarded. After the third loud knock, you scrambled out of the bed, slightly reluctant to feel the intense softness of the heavy mattress leave your back and fingers. A little flick underneath the door revealed a thin white envelope, emblazoned on the back with a dry, red wax seal.
“A message from the Princess. Urgent.” The messenger on the other side of the door spoke. You recognized her voice finally just as she left. A royal messenger light on her feet and quick, darting around the castle in next to no time. You step closer towards the large wooden door and towards the bone-white colour of the envelope still half-wedged underneath the wood. Bare feet stepped and slightly stuck to the cold, hard marble floor beneath you as you left the comfort of the thick rugs and bent down to pick up the letter.
Not one for dragging out a process longer than it should take, despite taking a good look at how official the wax seal on the back of the envelope was, you ripped open the letter, discarding the whole envelope, seal intact, to the ground at your feet. A quick unfurl revealed a note directly from Princess Celestia to you, addressed to your room.
Taking the note in both hands, your eyes scrolled across the page, taking in the neat and precise words written by Celestia to you. It didn’t even start with your name…
“I’m sure the feelings have subsided by now, so I think it’s time for round two. Don’t think I’ll be going easy on you this time…” She went easy on you last time? “…I’ll be waiting at the building with the silver domed roof, just opposite the Castle. Don’t want you going too far away from me. The door will be open…Don’t keep me waiting. ~Love, Celestia.”
A gulp caught in your throat as you read to the short letter to yourself. Celestia wanted more of you? Today? As in right now? A little tremble broke out in your legs as you scanned the letter again and again to see if you missed anything important. The letter fluttered to the floor as your hands shook with a mixture of apprehension and arousal. What would you do? If you obliged her wishes, then the next few hours would be spent at her command, squirming underneath her control. But if you didn’t then the punishment would be much more severe.
“Silver dome, silver dome, silver dome.” It was the only clue as to where you were supposed to go, and repeating it was good enough for you to memorise it. Should you set off now? Oh it was difficult to think with the prospect of being dominated so easily by Celestia. Maybe last time was just a test to see if you were strong enough to withstand just a fraction of her power. Maybe this time might just be the end of you.
You caught yourself with your hand on the door handle, and without stopping, the heavy door let out a soft click as it opened smoothly. Your feet seemed to walk forward without you controlling them, almost as if they were separate from you, dragging you towards something that would be intense and pleasurable, hopefully for both you and her.
Again, like last time, the castle was mostly empty, save for the steel-faced guards that stood still next to doors of importance, with golden plaques and letters in black etched upon them. Whether most of these were empty, it was impossible to know. Each guard by himself was a head taller and half a foot wider than you were; perfect muscular figures. But they never once shifted their eyes to look at you. Why would they stare and try to un-nerve one of Celestia’s guests when one complaint would have them facing punishment they dared not think about?
Your bare feet stepped across the light carpets that showed little wear and tear, even from the numerous heavy boots from the guards. Dainty maids dashed and zipped from place to place around you, dipping past the guards untouched as they went about tidying, dusting and cleaning the extensive castle from top to bottom, armed with brushes that reached every nook and cranny available until it was spotless. Like the guards, none of them so much as looked at you in the slightest, either too concentrated on their jobs to notice, or just trying to avoid the slightly scruffy man walking through their halls, memorising his footsteps so they know where to clean the best.
But it wasn’t much fun to think of them. Instead, as usual, your mind drifted to thoughts of what Celestia had in store for you today, filling your thoughts with ideas of erotic things too lewd to imagine. The sun beamed down from its position high up in the sky, gracing the entire countryside in soft, warm, pillowy…no, that’s not right. Celestia’s body swayed and danced in your mind as erotic ideas of what she was planning.
Would it be more of the same? An extended lying down session that lasts until the sun sets or something new? Did she have some sort of fetish you hadn’t discovered yet? Femdom seemed to be the flavour of the month, but was there something silly behind that gorgeous face…like farts?
No that was too silly. You pushed the thought out of your mind as you pushed the door open to the outside from the long corridor that was already being cleaned by the maids behind you. A gust of pleasant warm wind snaked under your chin, stroking like a smooth hand up your neck. The whistling wind that slithered its way around the spires and tall towers of the castle sounded like a cooing of a smooth voice urging you to walk forward. Trees and grass greener than anything that should have been possible was spread out all across the open courtyard that linked the castle to the path down the centre.
Bright sunlight reflected off of the shaped silver dome directly at you, meaning you didn’t even have to look around for an hour to see where it was. It was just across the bricked path that flowed like a serpent to a tall iron fence manned by several of the fiercest looking guards on the royal bill, sneering down their helmets at anyone who ever thought about thought about looking at them funny. But, coming from the inside, and being on Celestia’s personal guest list meant all smiles. Bare feet on warmish bricks wasn’t the best of choices, should have stuck to actual shoes.
As you approached, a momentary sneer dared to cross the face of one of the guards before he realised who you were. Wordlessly, and with a clack of his weapon’s butt against the ground, a command was sent to open the wrought iron fence. On well lubricated wheels it slid back with just a push. Besides wind and far away chatter from distant crowds milling around shops, the only sound came from the synchronised clank of the armour they all wore, shifting as their heavy boots raised up and slammed down in a salute, although it was hardly necessary, you weren’t royalty.
“At ease.” You let slip out, a grin trying not to form on your lips. They relaxed, silently staring ahead with a neutral line for a mouth across their face. The metal gate clanged behind you, with false promises from the guards to remember your face so you’d be let in easily. But mumblings between two of them reminded the other that Celestia wouldn’t find it so amusing when she heard that her guest had been excluded from the entire castle.
True enough to Celestia’s word; the silver domed building was just over to the left side from the steel gate entrance of the castle. Swarming the streets of Canterlot where the castle sat in the centre like a shining jewel, were the upper-class nobility. Mainly unicorns with a pegasus or two splashed around for diversity’s sake, these suit-clad nobles turned their nose up at anything that didn’t carry as much pompous air as they did. Oh how sweet was their confusion the first time you arrived, where you were just a unkempt, rough-by-their-standards nobody, who was invited to be Celestia’s guest at the castle, casting them to treat you with understandable apprehension.
Small groups of tourists with accents ranging from thick-southern to the standard upper-class that seemed so common around Canterlot you had noticed it creeping into your own voice when conversing with the maids who seemed much chattier than the stony faced guards. Throngs of people passed you as they observed the grandeur of the castle behind the iron fence. A quick check back before you disappeared into the crowds showed that the guards’ faces had returned back to their normal grumpy features.
Then you were lost in the crowds of upper-crust upper-class people, heading in a beeline towards the silver domed building that almost seemed lost among the taller, paler buildings flanking it on either side. The crowd was easy to pass through; the pompous upper class snobs didn’t even want to associate themselves by looking or touching you, giving you a wide enough berth that they dared without seeming rude.
As you stepped closer and closer to the silver building, the crowd thinned, giving you even more space to move. Little mumbles and murmuring leaked out from the crowd as the silver building encroached upon you, seemingly growing taller and taller. A simple door lay at the bottom of the simplistic building. The sun behind your back cast your shadow to sit at the base of the glass door at the front. Looking through the transparent glass of the door, it was dark and all the lights were off on the inside, just the sunlight coming through to light it slightly.
You stopped in front of the door, stepping onto the little slab of stone that separated you from the flat brick of the streets and the rest of the crowd. Being closer against the glass allowed you even better to look inside if you pressed your face to it. Strangely, it was empty on the inside. Where usually at least several ponies would be manning the counter or lounging inside with a lazy attitude, there was no one inside.
Naught but an abandoned registration desk without someone behind it met your curious gaze inside. You looked over your shoulder, expecting someone to be looking at you strangely for placing your head up against the glass of an empty building, but no one even bothered to give you more than a glance.
The door let out a slight squeak as you pushed it open, and the cool air from inside blew out to meet you, contrasting with the warm sun lathering across the back of your neck. With only a momentary thought of hesitation, you stepped inside, shivering slightly as the linoleum floor was cool against your bare feet and for the third time since leaving the castle you wondered why you didn’t wear shoes.
As the door behind you closed with a light click, there was something in the air that smelled a little too familiar. A scent flowed through the air that licked and teased into your nose, a scent of fresh fruits just faint enough that you could just sense it. Ahead of you was a corridor with a door at the end left wide open and entered onto what looked to be a soft floor. A sign attached to the wall on the side of the entrance hall simply read:
“Canterlot Gymnasium: 50 gold bits/week membership offer!”
Pieces of the puzzle began to slot together in your mind. Celestia had to keep up that incredibly erotic figure somehow, and what better way than a gym fit for a Princess. But you had had experiences with the gym before, some good, some bad. But the good memories of seeing the ponies clad from foot to shoulder in tight spandex doing stretches and exercises made a lump the size of a golf ball form in your throat.
With no other direction to go other than back out into the crowd where you would certainly face Celestia’s wrath later, you stepped forward down that corridor, appreciating the light carpet that took your feet off from the linoleum floor. Silence had fallen once the door had closed, but as you walked down the corridor towards the door that opened into the room, there was only the sound of your breathing and slowly a second set of breathing faded in: deeper and slower that yours, it came from the room ahead, the source hidden inside.
Like Celestia’s note had said, the door was open, and you now stood seconds from stepping inside to no doubt be seduced and entranced by Celestia’s body and her erotic ways that caused you to tingle on the inside. Looking down, you wondered how you would even last if an erection was gracing you already. Nearly tenting through your pants, how quick would it be before she noticed when you walked in? Seconds? A minute?
“Aren’t you going to step inside?” Celestia’s smooth voice spilled through the door, breaking the silence quite abruptly. The lump in your throat stopped you from speaking for a second as you tried to respond to her. “I said don’t keep me waiting.” There was a little chuckle from Celestia as she referred back to the letter slid under your door. Obediently, you stepped through the door, closing your eyes for a second as to not let her blow you away before you even stepped inside. But as you opened your eyes, your jaw dropped.
In front of you at the far end of the room stood Celestia; her tall, curvaceous figure was impossible to forget, even for a glance. She was facing away from you, head down with her chin dipped into her neck. Her hands grasped at a ballet bar attached to the wall which ran the length of one side. As you stepped onto the soft, cushiony floor, Celestia turned her head to look over her shoulder, casting a lusty glance your way, one that nearly made your knees buckle.
But it wasn’t her look that nearly got you. It was more what she was wearing that took your breath away. From the ankles to her wide hips, Celestia’s long legs were constrained by a thin, black pair of what seemed to be yoga pants, which stretched over her substantial ass that bounced, even as she made a movement so small as turning. The way that material hugged her skin, oh the way it stretched so thin over her thick thighs and rounded hips to the point where her olive skin was visible, albeit tinged black through the fabric was just lip-bitingly erotic. Even as your eyes raked up her body, every single detail of her long, shapely legs was exaggerated by the hugging tightness of those pants, especially how it held in close to the curve of her graspable ass-cheeks that came together, stretching over the top of the cleavage between those soft, graspable mounds.
And that wasn’t all. Leading up past the rim of those flexible pants on her wide hips was the tapering waist with nary an ounce of spare fat to be seen, making her the perfect hourglass figure as it widened out again. Large breasts contained by a tight, white sports top jiggled as she turned slightly, the tanned olive skin contrasting with the nearly bleached white top she wore. Celestia’s long, multi-coloured hair was spread over her shoulders, trailing down her spine to reach just above her hips. As the room was in shade, her hair did not sparkle as magnificently as it had done atop the castle, but it glimmered instead in the ambient light.
Celestia crossed her legs slightly, balancing one foot on the raised achilles-tendon of the other as she put all her weight on the toes of that bare foot. The slight movement of her body jiggled her thighs and cheeks, settling down a little quicker as she tensed the large thigh muscles that could easily and welcomingly crush your head. A slight tilt of the hips meant all the difference in those pants that eagerly clung to her body, a movement you would enjoyed simply to watch.
“So…how’s the view?” A little nibble of her bottom-lip, coupled with half-lidded eyes and her smooth, seductive voice is enough to make your mind simply spin, unable to concentrate. Celestia stared at you from over her shoulder. “That good?” She chuckled slightly as your eyes were fixed to her body, her hips in general.
Celestia turned to face you, showing off the fact her smooth midriff was bare to the air. Those heavenly features of hers looked back at you, a smooth chin at the base, with a delicious pair of red lips just above them. Her violet eyes were just as piercing as you remember, staring right through you. It felt as if she could read anything and everything about you that you dared to think.
“I…”
“Have you been thinking about me since last time?” The question was innocent enough, but both of you knew that Celestia was well aware of how much of an effect she had on you. “You seem a little…surprised to see me.” Her hands left the horizontal pole fixed to the wall behind her, pushing herself off of it and towards you. A smile crept across her face as she stepped towards you slowly, exaggerating her walk with swung hips.
Like a deer caught in headlights, you couldn’t move as the Amazonian beauty walked slowly towards you, delicately placing one foot in front of the other. One hand rested on her hips, giving her already confident, and perhaps over-exaggerated walk more emphasis. But it wasn’t needed, you wouldn’t be going anywhere, and as Celestia sidled up next to your body, you shivered. The thick, delicious scent from her body of fresh fruits seemed to roll over you. Even her aroma alone brought back memories of that one day several weeks ago, although anything these days reminded you of her.
“I got your letter.” You meekly responded.
“Had you not, you would not be standing here now.”
“I suppose I better ask what you have planned.”
“For you today?” Celestia hummed, tapping her chin as if she was simply thinking of what to do to you at that second. “With no great hassle, I was able to secure this room for several hours. As the sign outside no doubt tipped you off, we’re at the gym.” Celestia was only several inches from touching your body, but you wanted to reach out and just grasp her, even just a little. It was tempting. “It’s how I keep this figure you so adore.”
“More than adore.”
“Today would have been one of those days, and I thought ‘Why not get you involved’?”
“H-how involved?” A stutter as more pieces made up the puzzle of her intentions.
“Intimately.” Celestia leaned in and exhaled heavily against your ear, whispering the word that sent a shiver up and down your spine. Inadvertently you took a step back, nearly pressing yourself against the wall behind you. Celestia was quick to close the gap that formed, moving in closer than before, lidded eyes looking down at you.
“Ahh.” A grunt left your lips as the simple act of moving was enough to rub your shaft against the fabric of your trousers.
“The rules are the same as before.” Celestia’s sly grin told of her predatory nature. “One; no speaking unless I speak to you. It’s just more alluring if you stay mysterious. Two; If I ask something, you do it. No hesitations or waiting.” Her grin grew as you remembered the third rule, she could see it in your eyes. “Three; no orgasming. No matter how arousing or erotic this might be, you are not allowed to release. Unless I say so of course.” She far too cheerfully listed these rules off for something so tantalising. “And finally, rule four. Oh I remember when I hit you with this one last time and your face just crumbled. No touching of me at all.” She smiled. “Not a hand to stroke or a pair of lips to kiss.”
The final rule was always the hardest to swallow. How did Celestia expect you to possibly restrain yourself from sliding a hand up those thighs or to give a slight smack on the ass when presented? Like last time, you had to try and ignore her teasings completely, though your admittedly limited methods of simply trying to think about something else, or flexing your fingers and toes when it got serious, were somewhat ineffectual at best.
“Ok…I understand.” It always sounded like you signed a warrant for your own death when you accepted and relinquished control to her. Celestia only smiled in return.
“Then we begin. Firstly, we need to get warmed up. Warm up is simple, it’s just a couple of long, held stretches against the wall. You don’t mind helping me with a few of these, do you?”
“O-of course not.”
“Excellent.” Celestia placed a hand against your chest and pushed you against the wall, which was less than half a step behind you, forcing you against the soft padded wall with ease. “The first stretch that I do is simple, all I do, is turn around, plant my hips against the wall, and bend over until I touch my toes.” But you were between her and the…
Celestia turned slowly away from you, and with slow almost practised grace, and slots a foot next to yours. The back of her thigh touches your own as she settles in, before the other foot slides to the far side of your other foot a second later. An inadvertent grunt leaves your lips as Celestia’s weighty and wide hips press eagerly against your own. Perfectly and beautifully soft, her ass inside those stretchy pants is simply a wonder to behold. But your vision turns slightly multi-coloured as Celestia’s long hair obscures your view for a second while she gets comfortable. Your erection is straining quite excessively against your trousers, trying to break free from its cloth confinement, but Celestia is more than happy to let you strain and struggle.
“And one.” Celestia leans forward, displaying her flexibility by easily bending over, stretching her hands out to touch her toes. The stretching does amazing movement to her entire lower half, namely her ass cheeks of wonder seep to separate slightly, allowing your erection to fall neatly between her cheeks, were it not contained. But it also sends a rippling up her thighs as they go taut, with the strong muscles beneath the skin easily flexing against you.
The sudden urge to grasp at her substantial ass is sensationally strong as her hair falls away. Thoughts of how smooth and soft it would feel around your fingers seemed to dance in your head. Ideas of the black fabric sliding between your digits filled your mind as Celestia pulled back up slowly, making sure that you were trapped firmly by her hips, especially between her cheeks.
“Aah.” Another inadvertent moan left you, giving the impression that she was far too effective in her teasings. And so she should be. But some mental strength on your part was to be expected, although it seemed far too soon, you‘d have to use it sooner or later, and sooner might just be the end of you.
“And two.” Celestia dipped down again, making sure you felt every inch of her body by slowly pressing against you firmer and firmer. The strength and the weight of those hips against your own was intimidating in a way and the way she could use them with ease only served to arouse you even further. Looking back down was a mistake. The way her pants-clad ass bounced and jiggled against your shaft was far too erotic to be real. Black fabric slid across her skin the way sand sails across a desert and it defined the curve and size of her exemplary ass with absolute ease.
The hardest part about resisting Celestia’s charms, ignoring your erection of course, was the way she seemed to be able to control how her ass cheeks could squeeze with ease. Right now she was tensing her cheeks around your restrained shaft as she leant down, forcing groans and moans from you she thought were cute. Again, Celestia made her way back up to you, rising with ease thanks to her stature, until her back was pressed against your chest again, and the hair obscured your vision once more.
“Only three, otherwise you’ll burst too quickly.” Had you been able to see, you would have watched Celestia wink seductively, biting her lower lip as she saw how strained your face was already. Standing upright gave her a little more push in her hips, something she used to slowly grind herself against you for a second, moving clockwise. Revelling in the moans she extracted from you simply by sliding her weighty hips from side to side, Celestia dipped and bent back over.
The cheeks tightened again, and there was a silent urge not to break from Celestia’s teasings, despite the pleasure building and building in your extremities. Luckily a simple flex of said digits, coupled with a few less extensive stretches of your own tackled that problem quite nicely, though lifting yourself on your tip-toes for a second was not wise, pushing your erection between those cheeks rather than staying still.
Hands twitched as you tried to fight away the urge to slide just a finger up her thighs, the desire to feel her with such a light touch, opposed to the thick, curvaceous hips that pinned you to the wall, sliding and grinding heftily against you. But Celestia would offer you no such joys, and as she stood up, her own hands traced up her legs, starting at the ankles and erotically tracing up her calves, before curving out to match the thick thighs against your own. She finished with a single finger on either hand tracing the wide curve of her voluptuous hips, before stroking up her flat stomach on her way to her significant bust.
The pinning pressure of her hips against yours is released as Celestia takes a step forwards, done with her stretches, and ready for more already. The soft sensation of her ass leaving your groin is both welcome and mourned; partly for allowing you to last a little longer, and partly because the lip-bitingly erotic feeling of her large, soft cheeks so heftily pressed against you made a little tingle you enjoyed too much.
“I feel I have to cut my usual routine in half, otherwise you’d snap like a twig in several minutes…not something that would be engaging for the two of us.” Celestia stepped forward more, back into the centre of the room, glancing over her shoulder at you with half-lidded eyes. But your hands were on your knees, and you were hunched over unaware of her lusty gaze as you tried to catch your breath back and fight back the erection harder than rock.
Had you looked, there was a small damp patch staining the front of your trousers and a single droplet on the floor between you and Celestia as she walked away. This erection was not going away, no matter how much you tried to think about other things that weren’t arousing. Each time you tried, all thoughts led back to Celestia and the intensely round, jiggling cheeks that sat at eye level as you stood bent over.
“Come here.” Celestia beckoned without lifting a finger, letting the smooth, encouraging tone of her voice draw you forward instead. It worked. The soft timbre of her voice was more than enough to pull you to her, and if it wasn’t then defying rule two was more than enough motivation. Nearly groggy, you pushed yourself upright, almost stumbling towards her drunkenly.
She placed a hand on your chest, turning in the blink of an eye. “Now now, this won’t do.” Her finger toyed gently with the thin collar of the shirt you wore. “Take it off…just that, for now.” With only a second of hesitation, your hands pulled upwards on the hem of your shirt. The fabric broke sight between you and Celestia, time she used to surprising effectiveness. As your vision turned red from the fabric filling your view, Celestia moved in close, pressing a slim hand directly against your shaft.
All the preparation and mental steeling you had made in the minute you were hunched over was for naught, as the second her smooth touch was felt through the layers of clothing, you were back to full erection instantly. She moved in close, pressing just for a short second against your body, letting you feel the fullness of her bust restrained by that white sports bra. With no shirt, your chest was bare against the insanely soft fabric of her clothes. The way her impressive breasts flattened against your chest made you aware of the warmth they had.
Just before the shirt cleared your eyes as you pulled it up and over your head, Celestia cooed softly into your ear, nearly close enough to feel her lips kiss against it, and easily close enough to feel her warm breath roll over it and down your neck. In her hand, your shaft gave a throb as she exhaled with an air of wanton need.
The shirt came free, and Celestia was easily back where she stood before, the light grasp of your shaft through two layers of clothing was gone, as well as the hefty pressure into your chest of her substantial bust, something she hadn’t shown you last time. A small blush was on your face, something you hoped she wouldn’t notice, although it was impossible to hide something from her. Maybe she had, or the smile on her face was for something else. Had one of the windows been open, a breeze would have rolled across your naked upper half, but with all the doors closed it was warming up instead.
“Let’s kick it up a notch.” Even the words alone send shiver down your spine. Celestia turned once more to face away, and you couldn’t help but take several glances down her back to the wide hips and two handfuls of soft flesh. With a swipe across of a single finger into the air, a padded bench materialised from thin air, fizzling noiselessly into existence in front of her. It was roughly the height of your knees, and looked more like a slab of cushion than a typical bench. But then again, this was a gymnasium and things were different.
“Lie down. Lay your head at the centre.” She didn’t even turn to look at you from where you stood behind her. A gulp lodged in your throat as you obeyed Celestia’s orders, kneeling first and catching a nice close sight of her bountiful ass before lying down on the soft floor. Manoeuvring into place, you settled just underneath the bench, head just below and underneath it. If someone were to sit on that bench, you would be just below their thighs, and what a lovely view it would be.
Celestia would be the one to sit atop that bench. Gracefully and carefully, her feet stepped either side of your body as she moved over you, granting you a delicious sight of her towering, voluptuous Amazonian form from the ground up, those wide hips looking even wider and wider from down where you were.
She stepped over you as she turned to sit down, for a brief second there was the sight line all the way up her long legs into the depths between her legs. In that moment you could see the droplets of her arousal building up against the tight fabric that clung to her.
“Arms spread.” A soft command, one you would not argue against. The millisecond your arms were level with your shoulders to make a single line, binds clamped down on your wrist, invisible to your eyes. An attempt to kick out with your legs had the same effect; nothing. Any struggles from you were easily kept in check, wrists and ankles were shaken, but neither would move. “Can’t have you running away from me now, can I?” Celestia chuckled, as if it was in either of your minds that you would flee.
She teased a toe against your chest, lightly turning it in circles around your pecs, letting you feel the softness of the fabric coating her lower body. Only able to move your head, it was only natural you looked.
“I think only one set of ten will do for this exercise, then we can move on quickly.” Celestia placed her hands on the rim of the soft bench, fingers curling and hooking around the lip for a good grasp. You had to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from asking ‘what exercise?’, but that would break rule one. Celestia spoke the question that was on your lips. “But one set of what?
“Tricep dips.” She said simply. With that, her long legs drifted down your body, dragging the fabric along your chest and down to your groin before separating and forming into half-splits. But you weren’t interested in that, not at all. Instead, seeing as your view became filled with it, your mind became occupied by it and your shaft reacted to it, it was more urgent that you thought about Celestia’s ass.
The black clothed behemoth of flesh slid off the gym bench and into the air directly above your head. Words failed just how magnificent and awe-inspiring the view was from your position. Each cheek seemed the size of your head, and the tightness of the fabric showed exactly where your face would fit between. The slow descent controlled by her arm muscles was enough to force you to stare long and hard into the depths of her ass, but as if you weren’t already.
Closer and closer it dropped down as her calves and thighs were tightened by the strong muscles beneath her skin. It sent ripples across the thin fabric, easily enough to send the ass above your head into jiggles that never seemed to stop. But the ass just kept on coming down without you being able to stop it. Straining your wrists to try and grasp or divert it didn’t work as those binds were too strong. All you could do was helplessly struggle underneath her ass as it closed in on your nose first.
Wetness touched your nose, causing a drip to cascade down the bridge of your nose to settle between your eyes. Would she descend any further? Would she go the whole way and smother your underneath her weighty and impressive hips? Would she cut off your air and force you to give her pleasure in return for a little breath? Not this time.
Perhaps disappointingly only to you, Celestia pushed herself back up, denying you the pleasure of being drawn under those hips and smothered until unconsciousness was a valid option. No she pushed herself up with ease, despite the huge weight of her hips, leaving your vision to be directly focused on the damp spot located between her cheeks. You had to grit your teeth as she reached the top of her lift upwards.
“One.” Nine more to go.
She descended quicker this time, nearly dropping right down to touch your nose with ease, but she stopped just above it again, sending a huge wave jiggling all across her legs that also sent a rush to your erection. Once she stopped teasing and denying and planted her weighty hips atop your face, you wouldn’t last long at all. She touched the tip of your nose again, and something kept your head down to the floor as you tried to push upwards. More magic restraints, you guessed.
A denial once more as Celestia lifted back up. A grunt and groan left you agitated and in need of a release now. Weeks and weeks of pent up desire were nearly in your face, but still she kept it from you. Hips weakly bucked in order to feel a little sensation from your trousers, but it quickly became useless and unfulfilling. You didn’t want to finish anywhere but at her command.
“Two.”
It became a blur; a whisking speeding sensation of teasing and close calls. Time and time again the black coated ass would blot out the ceiling to the point that it was the only thing you saw. Ripples like a stone cast into a calm pond would sail across her ass and meet in the centre as her muscles worked to move her body small distances slowly. Drips down the bridge of your nose became more abundant with each careful drop, the warm liquid erotic in its own right.
“Five.”
Sweat was running down her thick thighs that would heavily press themselves into your bare chest, remaining on your skin each time. It would tingle against your skin, warmth spreading through it and deep into your chest, almost relaxing you. Once or twice, perhaps to tease or taunt you, Celestia would ‘accidentally’ dip a little too far, and your nose would be lost between her cheeks for a fraction of a second, allowing her heavenly scent to fill your nostrils before she lifted up again, leaving you with just a taster.
“Eight.”
You thought this would be a simple, quick exercise that wouldn’t break you down so much. But the repeated denial of the glory having those cheeks part upon your face, and her full weight push down upon you, demanding pleasure in the simplest way was just agonising. A blurred mind left you hungry for her, to taste her and kiss it. You needed all of it now. With a chest and nose dampened by her sweat and juices, you tingled all over from her denied attentions to you.
“And, ten.” It was over. It was all over.
The final push from Celestia was the slowest and most erotic of them all. As your nose disappeared into her cheeks, her hips gyrated only slightly, pulling your face this was and that with ease. But before a tongue could be extended to lick away, it was pulled off your face once more to an extended moan from you. With a face wet from the hips that spread her juices across your face, you gasped for air, silently urging for the pleasure that was taken from your grasp so many times.
“And rest.” Something was wrong. Those hips were coming closer. They were descending straight to your face. Surely a rest means she was just sitting on the bench, right? Right? But no, those wide hips were definitely descending down to your face one last time. The familiar and still welcome of those wide hips trapped in tight black fabric moving towards your features. But they weren’t stopping this time. “Deep breath.” You obeyed without question, inhaling the scent-stained air as quickly as you could before you were cut off.
Like before, your view was filled, and the droplet dripped down your nose, but instead of stopping, Celestia continued down, taking your entire face into the soft flesh of her ass with gusto. The last sight before it all went black was the small dot on her yoga pants that had become a sizeable patch.
Then nearly crushing weight pressed down onto your features, the heat of her slit an inch from your nose. Had you seen it from the outside as Celestia rested down on your features, you would have seen her ass-cheeks envelop your face, encompassing it completely to the point where it nearly spilled over and touched the soft floor around your head. But inside her grip was ecstasy. Warmth and weight were constant and intense, only slight tenses in the muscles of her thighs as she moved her legs slightly. There was a muffled command from Celestia, one you barely heard through her thick hips.
“Lick.” With your arms and legs were trapped, the only line of defence you had was your tongue. It was impossible not to at least try to lick to your heart’s content. Your tongue grazed against the fabric of her yoga pants, trying to break through and get to the core of her hips, tinged with the juices of her arousal. Unlike last time, there were no taut golden panties stretched across her substantial ass that overwhelmed your head. Celestia moaned and shifted, the deep sounds exuding from her, vibrating through to your head slightly.
The muscles of her thighs against your chest tensed as Celestia moved her legs from the floor next to your hips. Her feet slid closer towards your head, her body shifting forward to compensate. Ankles slid into your hands grasp and her thick thighs trailed down your arms, pinning them even more than they were before. The soft fabric seemed to slither over your skin.
“More.” Celestia urged you on, lowering a hand to cup your chin and stroke a finger down your neck. Eyes closed and tongue licking in circles at a near constant rate. Tense and taut thighs pressed down heavily, pushing all of Celestia’s weight down upon you. The change of position allowed for some air to sneak into your mouth during your tongue’s eager attentions to the one using your face as a chair.
Underneath her, it was hot, aromatic and shifting as she gyrated her hips slightly back and forth. Every few seconds, one of her slim fingers would intrude upon your tongue and become coated in her juices, dipping down into your mouth, demanding its own attention. Not one to disappoint her, you indulge and obediently slide your tongue up and down the wet finger until it is cleansed of her juices. Then it would retract and press warmly into the depths between her cheeks, emerging coated in juices once more, demanding more and more attention.
But this position was only a transition between the earlier exercise and her next, a convenient stopping point to further bend and break you to be her toy to play with. As Celestia leant forward, the spare hand not in your mouth flicked across the air, and the knee-high bench behind her fizzled back into nothingness with only a small wisp of gold carried away by the wind as remnants. Perched atop your head, she slowly began to lay down against your chest, firstly her navel against your sternum, then her flat stomach against your chest.
Her long legs shifted again, sliding back around to behind your head. But still pinned you were unable to resist the slow pressure from her thick thighs converging upon your head. You were being assaulted by her voluptuous body from two sides; one from those prior mentioned thighs that seemed to squeeze the sides of your head together in their vice-like grip, and one from the slowly lowering body of Celestia, whose warm skin was incredibly welcome against your own. The wet finger coiled by your tongue slid out slowly, and traced its way down your chest, slowly making its way down to your groin.
Then something heavy and soft pressed down directly against your restrained erection. A groan from you was muffled as it was obvious what was heftily pressed against your groin. Celestia’s large breasts pushed down against you with ease. Warmth blossomed through your pants as her full weight trapped you even further.
“You won’t need these anymore.” Her hands slid between you, quickly and effectively unbuttoning your trousers with practised grace. Momentary alleviation of pressure graced your groin as Celestia lifted up from you for just a second, and the tightness of your waistband was gone too. With strength that was unexpected, Celestia hooked her fingers at the rim of your trousers, and slowly pulled them halfway down your thighs.
A tug at the hem of your trousers from her magic was enough to nearly free them easily, just catching on your toe. But Celestia wanted none of that, and with another swipe of her hand, it flew across the room to collide against a wall and collapse into a crumpled heap. Then you were just lying there in naught but underwear with Celestia laying atop your chest and pinning you to the soft floor, her warm body overwhelmingly dominating your own.
Then you were nearly naked again in the presence of Celestia, who only lightly chuckled to herself at your situation. A single finger pressed against the base of your shaft and she drew it slowly to the tip, watching you squirm and shudder and sparks of pleasure rushed all over your body. It was difficult now to resist every second with that feeling running through you. Any second now would be your undoing. Just a slight feather touch here or there would spell your end and no doubt punishment from her. But oh, that simple touch was nearly enough. Just a flex of fingers and mental steeling kept you from losing right then and there, although nothing seemed to be able to hold it back for much longer.
Her thighs continued to close in on your head, tightening slightly and squeezing the top of your head between them. But you never stopped licking. Even as you felt Celestia’s body shift and move over your own you had a job to do and punishment if you didn’t perform as she expected. Luckily Celestia’s soft moaning told you it was working a little at least.
"Now then, the last one will be simple.” But it was obvious anything simple for her would mean you grinding up against her body almost totally. “Just push-ups.” There was a wicked smile upon her face as she squeezed her thighs together around your head, nearly crushing your mouth and nose into the depths of her legs, forcing the strong, heavenly scent to pour like liquid into your nose.
She placed her hands either side of your waist, shifting the balance of her lower half by rising up on one foot, and placing the other atop it.
“One.” As before, her arms lifted her up, and the pressure lessened around your groin for a moment. But using her thighs as well meant almost crushing pressure around your head, tightening and holding you in, completely cut off from any air. “Keep licking.” She cooed appreciatively, giving a squeeze of affection to your head, although it was so similar to the other squeezes, you couldn’t differentiate between them.
Your head was dragged upwards with Celestia’s thighs and a fight broke out between them and your arms, which were still pinned to the ground by your wrists. She reached the peak of her arms’ push, and let herself down slowly, enough that it was a drawn out process that made you urge and lust for more.
Her large, warm breasts clothed in the soft fabric pressed down against your shaft, now only hidden by your underwear. The softness of those pillow-like breasts weighed down on your groin, your shaft so perfectly locked between those breasts. Warmth flooded through it, setting a tingling sensation off that wouldn’t stop.
“Three.” Was she skipping? Were you losing count or consciousness? It didn’t matter. Now there was only the thought rushing through your mind of survival. Survive this arduous task and be rewarded. But at every step of the way, carnal and lusty temptations urged and demanded you fall to them; enticing and demanding sensations that swam and curled around your body as she toyed with you for what might have been at least an hour by now.
“Five.” Halfway done. It was palpable how close you were to victory now. Those large, warm breasts didn’t make it easy though. Each time she pressed down, your cock would try to escape its confinement and slide up into her cleavage. It was damp all over your underwear, but the absence of nirvanic pleasure meant you hadn’t lost to her seductive talent just yet, just your arousal announcing its arrival with copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from the tip. Said tip thought it would be amusing to free itself from the elastic waistband of your underwear, and as Celestia pressed down, it received the full pressure of her large breasts attempting to flatten it. The tip disappeared into the base of her cleavage, and for just a millisecond the feeling of her soft, warm flesh surrounding your tip became the only important sensation in the world. Thoughts of how the rest of your shaft would feel when surrounded by her breasts filled your mind, and you were pushing to breaking point. Sheer determination would be needed now more than ever.
The feeling of the smooth fabric of her yoga pants rubbing against your face, warm and wet from her body and arousal, was nearly too much to bare. Tight thighs pinned around your head squeezed once more as she lifted her body up once more, alternating the focus between your face and your shaft. You grit your teeth, trying and urging yourself not to fall to her temptations, but every second the urge to break was sensationally enticing.
“Nine.” It was nearly over. It was nearly over. Thoughts of release and lasting long enough fought each other for the small part of your mind that wasn’t focused on pleasuring Celestia so she’d spare you just a little. The warm, full sensation of her breasts pressed down against your groin, grinding your shaft just at the base of those large, pillowy mounds. Then as she pushed up for the final one, her thighs squeezed tighter than ever before, blood rushing into your head as the strong muscles compressed.
Your face was forced and pushed deeper and deeper into her nethers, meeting your mouth right against her warm slit. Droplets dripped through the fabric of her pants, now intensely damp due to your tongue’s attentions and her increasing lust. Hot soft cheeks compressed around your own. She moaned out, trembling slightly as she pants lightly for air. The constant sensation of your tongue writhing and squirming as she tries to exert herself even slightly causes a rush of pleasure each time she rests down atop your face.
“Ten.” She groans out, twitching with arousal as slowly, ever so slowly, Celestia lets the pressure inflicted upon your head lessen. It’s strange, feeling what was a constant squeeze finally subside, but relaxing definitely would be a word to describe it. Maybe it’s because you won. You beat her and were able to restrain yourself all this time, at something that would have made you snap with ease before.
A warm hand stroked down your navel, slipping into your underwear that eagerly allowed her inside, welcoming the hand that grasped at the base of your erection. You let out an inadvertent moan as Celestia pulled herself up off your face. Trembling muscles lifted her weighty ass off from your face, allowing you to feel cool, fresh air for the first time in quite a while. Your face was soaked to the bone from the sweat and juices leaking across it that were imprinted into your skin now.
“I must congratulate you, like last time I assumed you would break instantly, but here we are, an hour later and you’re still in this game. I learnt from prior experience, and I didn’t mention this time how you’ve been leaking pre like a fountain.” You felt it now, her hand felt wet against your erection, the slow stroking up and down just enough to keep you at the brink of ecstasy.
For a second, Celestia sat back up atop your face, trapping the breath you were inhaling as the cheeks closed in on your face. Warmth and wetness returned for just a brief second, but your tongue was too tired to continue its duty to her. Luckily Celestia wasn’t too interested in that, as she lifted herself up and off from you, standing with one foot either side of your head.
Your view changed from darkness with her hips obscuring your face, to the sight of those long legs emerging from the sides of your sight leading all the way up her long, shaped legs. The yoga pants still clung to her skin, stretching around her muscles that shift under her olive skin slick with sweat. From this angle it’s amazing to see the way it creeps and hugs the incredible curve of her ass.
Her thumbs hooked into the rim of those yoga pants that hugged so tightly, and with a light stretch, she began to pull them down slowly. You tried to struggle slightly, but those bonds still kept you down. Her ass shuddered slightly as the fabric was slowly taken down as she moved down to her thighs. The black fabric carried droplets of her arousal that trickled down her thighs. Celestia was nearly bent over now, sliding it down past her knees as it dropped closer and closer to your face.
But before she could take it off and let it cover your features, Celestia stepped forward over your arms to over your chest. As her feet lifted one by one, she pulled the ankle of the yoga pants down, taking the pants off with a single, simple flick. With her feet just underneath your arms, the wet fabric now pooled onto your chest. Her long legs were finally free, allowing you to see their smooth skin without fabric to hold you back from them.
Reaching back for the strap on her sports bra that seemed too small to hold those large pillows, Celestia unflicked a single subtle hook, and removed the bra with ease. No doubt practised at slowly undressing herself, Celestia’s slow striptease was sensual. Her hands teased up her wide hips and slim waist, stroking her own body slowly as her hands moved up to pull it off and forwards.
It fell to the floor, impacting lightly on your lower chest, staying there. Although not nearly as wet or as warm, it was still somewhat sexual to have her clothes littered across your body. Now completely naked Celestia stepped forward off from your body, down to your still restrained body. In fact since lying down, you hadn’t been able to budge or move an inch with the invisible restraints holding and pinning you down to the floor.
Turning around smoothly, Celestia spun to face you, showing off for the first time her impressive bust. Her breasts, while obviously reaching the limits of large, were full-sized, with nary a dimple or a mark staining them. Even to the eyes they were soft, and the lusty texture of olive colouring only leant to their appeal. Noting where your gaze was focused, she teased you again. The hands slid up the front of her body, forming into a self-hug, with her breasts resting on her forearms that fit neatly underneath.
“I think you’ve struggled and squirmed long enough? Don’t you?” Celestia looked down at you with a smirk, admiring the way that she made you squirm with just a word or a coo of her voice.
“Y-yes.” It was a croak more than anything. Not that your throat was dry from not having talked, quite the opposite with her juices still awash on your tongue. It wouldn’t take much for her to break you now.
Celestia knelt down slowly, slotting her knees against your thighs, pressing her body against yours. Warmth flooded through your legs as she pressed down her body onto you. Arousal dripped over your thighs to pool on the floor below you as she slowly dragged herself from your thighs to your groin. She leant forward placing both hands on your chest, almost pulling herself up your body as her hips slid atop yours.
Your shaft was trapped underneath your underwear, pinned down by her hips straddling your own. Soft pink lips sat atop your erection trying to break through your underwear, lightly dripping through the fabric. Celestia looked down at you, biting her lower lip with an intense amorous expression and eyes ablaze with lust.
She slid a finger down your chest slowly, leaving a small trail of fluid on your skin, avoiding her discarded clothes that had taken a rest there. The finger continued down to your underwear, and the second her finger hit fabric there was a tingling at your waist. Looking down as much as you could, you caught the small glimpse of her seemingly eviscerating your underwear with magic, fragments of the fabric floating in the air with borders of gold flame.
Seeing as you punishment was finally over, you were about to say something, but the warm feeling of her soft lips finally pressing down against your own silenced any idea at speaking you had. Licking her lips, Celestia looked down at it, still keeping you restrained by magic, forcing you to watch as she lowered a hand to your shaft.
Celestia lifted herself up using the spare hand upon your chest to push herself up, although the stress of lifting herself up with one hand seemed to force her to break into sweat from the exertion. But still strong she raised herself up until your erection could fit between you and her. Stroking your shaft with one finger, Celestia pushed and slid up from the base, aligning it just right.
A groan from both of you sounded out as the tip of your shaft met the wet lips that parted for you to enter in. A warm shiver rolled down your back as the tip met her wet warmth. Her hand left your cock, returning to cup her significant breasts. Something invisible crept across your waist, pinning your hips down with no hope of you regaining control. You would go at her pace, not your own, despite the fire burning up inside your hips and the urge to thrust upwards nearly screaming inside your mind.
“This is as much your reward as it is mine.” Celestia moaned out, lowering herself slightly as the first inch disappeared inside her warm nether lips. In response you could feel her muscles inside tighten just around the tip, seemingly drawing you deeper and deeper inside. Already you had to rely on your techniques for lasting longer, though their efficiency was fading fast. Fingers scrabbled on the floor beneath you, trying to get a grasp on something, but nothing was to hand.
Celestia descended a little further on to your shaft, taking up to the first half inside with a long, extended and erotic moan. It seemed she was having trouble restraining herself too, especially with that look of frustration and wanton desire littering her features. Every alternate second, her hips would attempt to gyrate in a circle, then she would emit a cute little groan, attempting to stop herself.
But finally her hips touched yours, letting you feel the warmth and tightness as they surrounded and pleasured your shaft. Her inner walls seemed to quake and squeeze every time she groaned, making it obvious she was trying to restrain herself as well. Every passing second became increasingly difficult. The muscles inside her vagina was completely at her control, and Celestia chose to compress around the base first, rolling upwards to force and urge you to orgasm first.
Why were you still resisting? The challenge was over and you were free to let loose as soon as you could, trying to get the torturously pleasurable sensation over and away. Was it game you were playing to try and outlast the Princess? She had hundreds of years more experience than you in how to break down someone until they’re a quivering wreck in her hands, no more than putty to squeeze. You had definitely been her plaything today, and so eager to lie down and accept. If there was ever a next time, you would have to try to resist a little more.
It wasn’t the time for that though, as pleasurable sensations swam across your body back and forth, never giving you a moments rest. Like a crescendo you could tell it was approaching. Everywhere in your body was building up to it, from the tingling feeling in your toes to the warmness flowing from your fingers down. Sweat dripped down from both bodies, coating each other equally as Celestia ground her hips against you, urging and encouraging a release from you quickly.
Your breathing became panting, gasps for air as energy was rare to find. You had to fight just a little more to let it out, but you were so close. Gritting your teeth, shutting your eyes didn’t help as your cock was buried deep inside of Celestia, then her weight and body would rise up off yours, before she slammed back down again with those thick thighs and voluptuous hips. Then the feelings were out of control.
Seeping and flowing up your body they whisked around your body without care as to your attentions. Pressure built up inside as these feelings gathered in your groin, a hot wave of pleasure that turned to ecstasy then past that flooded your mind. All thoughts of restraint were gone, leaving just one. The only one you needed right now.
With a loud groan, you let go of everything else and allowed the pleasure to overwhelm you. Your gasping only intensified as she slammed down one final and having heard you groan out, tightened to begin milking you of everything she wanted. Every muscle in your body screamed out for movement, anything, just a shake of an arm or a twitch of a leg, but Celestia’s bonds kept you still and helpless to fight against your desire to move. Your cock twitched for a single second, then let loose, and began to shoot off your pent-up cum deep inside her.
As your cock flexed and orgasmed inside her body, the pleasure finally got to Celestia, making her tilt her head back to the ceiling and moan profusely. Not bound by any of the restraints you were, her body shook and convulsed with the pleasure rushing all through her body at once. She had to lean forward and press her hands to your chest to stabilize herself as your simultaneous orgasms ran together.
Each time you thought your cock had spurt its last string of cum deep inside her, Celestia’s strong inner muscles would tighten intensely, urging and demanding another slow spurt. Pleasure never stopped, even when it would usually fade away leaving you in the afterglow, it only grew and grew. You felt electric, skin running with intense pleasure all over from her touch and attentions to you. But there’s only so much the mind can take before it gives up, and the last thing you remember before slipping into warm unconsciousness filled with erotic memories of Celestia, was her laying her body down atop you, and for the first time, pressing her warm, soft lips to your own.
When you woke up finally, the sun seemed to have set many hours ago, and now the moon dominated the sky, a pearly white disk hovering in an inky black sky, with small but bright lights flickering in and out of view. Moving an arm and leg told you that a heavy duvet was lying atop your body, and a warm pillow under your head.
Comfortable and familiar, it didn’t take more than a second for you to realise that you were back in your bed, still naked, still slightly covered in juices at your groin that soaked slightly into the warm quilt on you. A letter handwritten lay on your bedside table, kept upright by the inactive lamp. Rolling over to try and grasp it, two items of clothing that were atop your prone body were flattened by your chest.
A quick check revealed them to be Celestia’s attire earlier; a damp pair of yoga pants that seemed far too small to fit Celestia’s body on your upper chest, and her white sports bra by your crotch. The aroma these two gave off was arousing in and of itself. But you had a letter to read. Extending an arm out to grasp it, you took the paper and looked at the handwritten words on the page.
“’till next time. Love, Celestia.”
