Phantoms

“That Paranoid Feeling”
[\ Play Phantom ‘Peep’ Recording B-362-M-478: Celestia F/Solo]

The heat was unbearable. And Celestia wasn’t exactly thinking about the summer sun hanging unobstructed by any clouds in the sky above Equestria.

The city of Canterlot sprawled out at the foot of the great palace was shimmering in the light. Ponies were wearing their sunglasses and the biggest most aired – and most fashionable of course – hats they could find. Ice cream parlours were making a killing, and ponies were desperately looking for ways to cool down.

Celestia was among the last group, though for other reasons. Normally she couldn’t care less about the burning sun. Having to reach out and touch it every time she raised or set it, one developed immunity to its rays. Celestia was more concerned with the small supernova igniting between her hind legs.

Walking through one of the marble corridors of the palace alone, she kept checking behind her to make sure there was nopony behind her to see the glistening snail-trail running down the fur on her inner thigh. She counted herself lucky she wasn’t surrounded by guards, advisers or other ponies. Even in the cool hallways of the palace it would have taken every ounce of skill and willpower for Celestia to fool ponies into thinking she was comfortable.

She took deep silent breaths and tweaked her magic to wipe away the sweat prickling her brow. Every so often she would pretend to stretch out a cramp or a chafe of her royal vestments. In reality she was trying to wiggle her rear, hoping some of the soft fur would brush her nether regions and give some semblance of relief.

Celestia eventually tightened her tail into her crotch as she let her eyes fall shut a little, peering through narrowed eyelids at the ground in front of her. Every step she took sent a little ripple through her legs and up her loins. The magical strands of her tail snaked up along her inner thigh, brushing higher and higher pausing only to massage in a small circle before rising further. The princess felt her breath shorten as she took another step. This time she could feel her nether-lips rub ever so slightly against each other. An electric jolt shot up her spine, causing her heart to flutter. Biting her bottom lip, the alicorn suppressed a moan.

The strands of her tail were close now, done with teasing. She manipulated the edges closer to her moist lips, rubbing slowly up and down the hidden slit vertically centred between her haunches. Right where the fur ended Celestia imagined a pink line was appearing as the swollen outer lips were gently parted by two magical strands of her tail.

Very slowly she reached out with a third, imagining it inching closer to the source of the fire burning between her flanks. Biting her lips a little harder she felt it, the soft edge like a rigid feather probing gently into the wet silky folds...

Jerking her eyes open as she realised she was letting out a shuddering sigh; Celestia quickly cleared her throat and glanced up and down the abandoned hallway. Her only company were the empty suits of ancient Royal Guard armour standing like vigilant decorative pieces of polished gunmetal. But despite her solitude she blushed hard, her pale cheeks turning as red as the apples harvested at Sweet Apple Acres. Her heart fluttered and her head felt light while the fur on her spine stood on end.

Her eyes shot up and down the hall to double check wither she really was alone. And even with nopony in sight, she held her breath. She couldn’t shake the feeling she was being watched, like the decorative armours lining the corridor had invisible eyes peering through the empty slits in the helmet faceplates.

She was sure the sensation of being watched was just the usual paranoia that came with touching herself inappropriately – in a public place no less – but perhaps the middle of the hall was not the place for such a thing.

She rubbed her burning cheeks and tried to calm her heart. She wasn’t being watched. She kept telling herself that, and eventually found comfort in the thought. But it didn’t change the empty feeling within her and the intensifying fire burning between her thighs.

With a sigh she decided she needed some fresh air. Turning sharply, the alicorn princess quickly strode out onto the nearest balcony overlooking an open air courtyard below. But as she stepped out of the shade and into the direct sun she nearly regretted the action. A fresh wave of heat hit her like a solid, sticky wall.

Princess Celestia’s mane caught in the hot breeze wafting over the Royal Guard quarter training-yard. Below were a group of figures preparing to run an obstacle-course as the final part of their selection for the Royal Guard. Some of the pegasi were doing push-ups with their wings. The earth-ponies were stretching out their legs and shaking loose with the unicorns.

As she was watching them, Celestia bit her bottom lip again; trembling lightly while her tail rode up between her hind legs. Her eyes lingered on the tense bands of muscles flexing and relaxing. The beads of sweat dappling their young, energetic bodies…

Princess Celestia choked and shook out her tail at the same time. Whipping around, she looked across the balcony to make sure there was nopony standing behind her. Once again she had been hit by that paranoid feeling, like there were invisible eyes scanning up and down her slender heat-cursed body.

Once again, she was just being paranoid. The only company she had on the balcony were the rippling waves of heat distorting the air in places.

Breathing hard for a moment she noticed the tickle down her neck as the beads of sweat covering her own body turned to trails running down her sleek form. Clearing her throat gracefully the princess shook her tail out again as she looked to the clear blue sky. How she’d like to schedule some rain. Frigid rain would do her good. Unfortunately it was high summer. It might be a little out of place to order some pegasi to roll in the sleet.

Celestia sighed before curiously averting her gaze back to the Royal Guard recruits below. They were a little ragged looking in sweat-matted coats and manes, dirt and dust clinging to their fetlocks where they were warming up in the dry, sun-baked courtyard.

In comparison, they were like Celestia’s polar opposites. Perfectly groomed white coat, her summer-colour mane a neatly wavering aura of brilliance with the fringe falling seductively over her right eye; Celestia had a tall and proper stature compared to the recruits’ tired slouches. The alicorn was a shining example of beauty; perfect in every way. From her kind tone to her entrancing eyes and slender physique she should have been the wet dream of any stallion.

But she wasn’t. And part of that problem was her ‘perfect’ façade. It hindered her in times of desperate need. Days like today; when she was in heat.

Every year – give or take a few months – she would go through it. A whole month of torturous desire; an itch within her that refused to go away until scratched by a very specific appendage. What was most annoying was the randomness of those few months she had to give or take, so she couldn’t prepare herself. She would just wake up one morning and be in heat. One time she’d suddenly felt her insatiable libido engage in the middle of an overnight emergency summit with her neighbouring nations. It was like some kind of sadistic god was watching her and throwing the switch when she least expected it.

What made her heat all the more frustrating was the lack of means to combat it.

She could of course try to pleasure herself. She found when she was younger it helped. But when she was younger she didn’t have as many duties to attend to. Now and days her whole day was planned and scheduled. She had a great many things to attend to with few pauses in-between. But even if she could sneak away to masturbate, it would not make a great deal of difference. It would stave off her frustrations for a while, but it would not cure the itch.

What she needed was a male.

When it came to rutting Celestia had a few millennia of experiences; enough to fill at least two very large books. One did not live for an eternity and not have some sexual experiences to speak of. But in the past thousand years she noticed her encounters were becoming fewer and farther between.

Celestia used to ask stallions that took her fancy to ‘help’ her in her time of need. Unfortunately it became guaranteed that every encounter ended in tears… and crippling injuries. She needed an alicorn stallion.

Unfortunately there were none around. Not anymore anyway. I’d like to tell you Celestia rutted them into extinction, and as awesome as that would be – extinction aside – the actual story is actually kind of a downer; so maybe it’s a tale for another time.

She suddenly noticed a grinding noise, dragging the alicorn’s mind off-track.

Celestia’s eyes widened a little as she realised she was gnashing her teeth angrily. A common remedy to her heat, as it was all she could do in her frustration. Luckily nopony had quite associated her tooth-gnashing with her heat-cycle.

After about a thousand years of no longer having stallions visit her bedchambers, alicorn heat was the stuff of stories and legend. But that didn’t make it any less real.

The simple fact was that Celestia was bloody horny and she couldn’t do anything to deal with it; not for the time being anyway. She was on her way to a lunch meeting with the griffon ambassador. As it stood she was already late thanks to her stop off on the balcony.

Catching herself before any more naughty thoughts about the oblivious recruits below arose in her mind, Celestia tore her eyes away with a small smile.

“Enough distractions, I think.” The princess sighed as she spoke softly to herself. “Time to get to lunch. I’ve been looking forward to it all day after all.” That was an outright lie, and she wondered how many of her subjects would die of fright when they realised their princess was capable of such a despicable thing. Mind you, her subjects might do more than die of fright if they were aware of the other despicable tricks Celestia could do with her tongue alone.

Turning and leaving the balcony in a bit of a daze, she tried to force her mind to focus on her day’s schedule. But not because she was a princess and her duties were important to keep Equestria afloat. In truth she just wanted the day to be over with so she could run to the privacy of her bedroom and finally focus on that tickling between her thighs.

Though as she moved with stubborn focus blinding her, the princess didn’t notice the shimmering waves of heat silently stalk her into the cool palace halls…

[>> F-fwd >> F-fwd >> F-fwd >>]

Celestia ran like a mare possessed, a mixture of terror and panic clutching her heart. Her eyes were wide, her hot breaths short and rapid, sweat drooling like waterfalls down her matting white coat. She looked bedraggled, the edges of her magical mane and tail jagged and her brilliant coat standing on end in places. There were knots on her inner thigh with a glistening trail running up to the pink slit of flesh now visible between her legs.

Charging into her bedroom she slammed the door shut behind her, breathing easy as she heard the glorious click of the lock that followed a golden glow engulfing her horn. With a smile plastered on her face, the alicorn turned, shakily walking to where her bed lay sank into the centre of the chamber’s floor.

As she walked she was kicking off the golden slippers adorning her hooves. The front two fell loose as she struggled to kick off the rear ones. She shook her head, letting her tiara clattered noisily to the floor and her shaky magic struggled to undo the heavy gold vestment wrapped around her slender neck.

That was when she saw it. Her room had a balcony attached to it with a tall set of doors divided into several dozen small squares of glass.

Both doors hung open revealing Luna’s night sky beyond, the curtains shifting in the evening breeze.

Gasping at the sight of it while her necklace clattered to the floor beside her crown, the princess methodically ran over. Though, ‘hopped’ might be a better word to use as her rear left leg was still trying to kick off the last slipper.

It fell loose when she reached the balcony doors and golden light exploded from her horn. At the same time an identical light glowed around the doors, slamming them shut with a rattle of the panes of glass. With another violent tug she drew the curtains over the glass, bathing her room in darkness bar the glow from her horn. Manically she ran to her rooms only window and looked out, gaze darting left to right with a mixture of panic and suspicion dominating her expression. Another golden tug drew the curtains, nearly tearing the mounts from the wall.

As if sensing the complete darkness that followed, the candles around her room flickered to life bathing the room in a soft romantic light. Only then did Celestia dare let out a final breath of relief.

She was safe in the privacy of her room. The doors and windows were locked. The curtains were drawn. She was alone.

Finally, the paranoid sensation of invisible eyes watching her every heat-addled move that day had vanished. She was no longer in public. She could do what she wanted.

That thought caused a naughty smile to twist the alicorn’s delicate features. The thought excited her, but it may have excited her more if she had a young stallion she could do anything she wanted to. Still, her heart leapt into her throat with anticipation

Reaching her bed, her hooves sank into the silky sheets as she mounted the mattress and paced in a circle like a dog getting comfortable. But when she did lay down, she didn’t curl up ready to enjoy a sip of dessert wine in anticipation of Twilight Sparkle’s impending friendship report.

Laying on her side at first, she slowly rolled onto her back into the soft cushions dressing her bed; forelegs pulled up to her chest and hind legs spread out to her sides in quite possibly the most un-princess-like way to lie. Sprawled out she craned her neck, giggling at her own shamelessness. Innocently pressing one hoof against her lips, she let the other travel down along her chest, following the downward curve of her sternum down across her belly. Her whole body trembled as the heat between her legs doubled.

Curling her back as she sat up a little to get a better view of herself, her horn glowing to levitate several pillows under herself. Slouched comfortably across her bed the princess reached down with both forehooves and gently touched the hot mound of flesh swelling between her thighs. Her slit tingled at the touch as she gently tugged at the lips.

A wet smack filled her ears as she let her eyes fall shut, lightning bolts of chilly air knifing into her soft folds as she exposed the moist flesh to the cool air of her room. At the same time she felt the heat of a blazing hearth fire hit her in the face, all emanating from her groin.

Her head felt light as she for a moment drank in the overpowering musk rising from her crotch. It filled her senses, her lungs and only served to drive her arousal wild.

A soft squelch rose into the air with the heat as Celestia opened her eyes again. One of her hooves withdrew from her crotch, leaving a pink-toothed smile on her nether-lips to match the lusty grin on the alicorn’s face. Licking her lips she slowly lifted her hoof, narrowing the tender pink slit plainly visible between her glistening fur. A thin trail of slick juices clung to the fur covering her lower lips and dampened her hoof as she ran it gently over the exposed flesh between the swollen mounds.

Tiny little sparks of electric pleasure shot through her loins, following the path her hoof traced up along her slit; before at the top she pressed down hard. The pressure parted the lips with another moist smack as she gently massaged the soft nub of flesh just above her clenched opening. Quickly Celestia gulped down a mouthful of air and held her breath so she wouldn’t moan just yet. She didn’t want to release herself so soon. She had all evening; no need to rush.

As she was massaging with one hoof in trembling little circles, her other hoof rose to her mouth as she poked out her tongue. Eyes shut the pony gave her free hoof a long lick, slowly spreading a generous helping of saliva across the appendage. After her first pass she lowered her face a little and licked again, wetting the hoof more with each successive pass.

Satisfied her hoof was wet enough she looked down, her hoof down in her crotch gently parting her nether-lips open to one side. With gritted teeth and narrowed eyes the princess gently pressed the slick hoof wet with her saliva against the glistening nub of flesh just above the squirming and contracting opening that waited eagerly to be filled. As soon as her hoof made contact with the sensitive button her whole body twitched.

“Ah~!” Celestia’s eyelids slammed shut again as this time the breath she tried to hold exploded from her throat.

Under her soft moan was the creaking of the springs in her bed’s mattress bouncing as her hips involuntarily bucked against her slick hoof. The slick rubbing sensation only served to spike her pleasure, gathering an inferno in her loins.

As the fire within her began to build in intensity, Celestia fought for enough focus to gather her mane. The magical aura wavered up and tapered into a dull tip. Extending by her will’s command, the mane formed a tentacle-like appendage that snaked through the air like it had a mind of its own. Slithering down along the alicorn’s slender body, the rounded tip eventually whipped around and found its target, pausing for only a split second before diving in for the bullseye.

Celestia didn’t want it gentle. She didn’t want it tender. She liked it vigorous and rough. And the result of her mane penetrating her eager opening rocked her with enough force it caused her to bounce on her bed a little. A wet noise filled the air as she felt the appendage snake deeper with each thrust, wriggling in every direction to get snug and comfortable. Each little bit of progress parting her soft tunnel a little more to give way to the tentacle.

A squeal of delight escaped the princess’s lips as she rested her head back. Her whole body rocked back and forth with the mixture of her rubbing hoof and the back and forth thrusting of her faithful mane. Electric jolts shot up and down her delight racked body. The heat growing in her loins warmed her body through enough for a bright red blush to dominate the alicorn’s cheeks. Her horn glowed and spluttered with golden light as she started losing control. There was a star, another sun building up inside her, flaming, exploding and growing with every passing moment.

And then without warning, all the tingling stopped. The electric jolts ended. There was no more glow coming from her horn. Her mane had stopped moving. To Celestia the world had stopped spinning. Time was frozen. She wasn’t a princess anymore, she didn’t have subjects, Canterlot – Equestria even – didn’t exist. For those few milliseconds there was nothing.

Then there was a supernova erupting within her loins sending rippling explosions of pleasure shooting throughout her very being. At her height, every muscle in Celestia’s body seized up. Her spine arched and her eyes were screwed shut tight. Her teeth were clamped down hard as her subsequent twitching gave the illusion she was humping the air.

With each twitch was a wave of pleasure to go with a building pressure within her. She felt like she was swelling, growing and growing to the point she might explode. So when she finally regained control over her own body, she unclenched everything she could and unplugged herself. With a pop the tentacle-like sliver of her mane slipped out of her. The hot, slick, velvety walls within her collapsed in on themselves in the magical aura’s absence. Princess Celestia’s mouth fell open and as a long moan of joy escaped her throat, so did a jet of milky liquid squirting from the velvety folds between her legs.

The hot juices hit the bed-sheets and clung like napalm, almost immediately igniting into little blue flames on impact. But in her afterglow Celestia didn’t seem to notice the flames. She just lay there immobile, her head settled back in a pool of colours that was her mane, chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, hazy eyes and a satisfied smile fixed on the room’s ceiling.

But across the room a distortion in the air did notice the princess’ napalm discharge and recoiled with shock.

“Jesus Christ!” a voice cried justifiably distressed in the darkness. A male voice. A voice the princess had never heard before.

A voice that caused Princess Celestia’s heart to stop.

Coughing with surprise – and pounding her chest a few times with her front hooves to get her heart to start again – Celestia lifted her head in an instant. The afterglow was gone, she was instantly invigorated and the worry of when the next wave of her heat would begin to bother her again was far from her thoughts. She sprang up, sitting to springy attention like a jack-in-the-box.

Her panicked eyes were scanning the room for the source of the voice. It was impossible to think a pony had invaded her privacy. She was a princess! And alicorn! A being of purity and innocence! Any pony would have the sense of knocking before barging in. But nopony would be able to just barge into a locked room! Celestia’s bedroom had been locked down tight. It had been her sanctuary of debauchery.

So who had spoken?

Her eyes told her: nopony.

There was literally nothing to be seen. No pony standing stunned having watched their princess pleasure herself. No intruder of any kind. Just the wavering curtains as the hot shimmering evening breeze wafted in through the open balcony doors…

The balcony doors, Celestia’s mind screamed as she leapt from her bed and galloped across the room. She had slammed those shut and locked them. She was sure of it. And if anypony had performed a lock-picking spell on it the wards on the princess’ room would have gone mad, filling the air with lightning bolts and wailing alarms.

Skidding out onto the balcony, Celestia looked left and right for any signs of the intruder. She saw none, just the lingering shimmers of heat hanging in the warm evening air. For a second she was terrified perhaps Luna had barged into her room, but that theory was quickly quelled when Celestia heard feathers rippling in the air.

Looking up, the princess of the sun watched a dark alicorn land on her private balcony with a smile, her teeth shining like the pale moon. Princess Luna was much like her older sister, though shorter than Celestia with a dark night-sky coat, maintained the slender build common in the alicorn regal family.

“Celestia?” Luna asked obliviously. “You look distressed. Is everything alright?”

Celestia swallowed with a light gulp, realising it couldn’t have possibly been Luna who had cried out moments ago. Besides, that voice had been male.

Or, perhaps it had been Celestia’s imagination and paranoia striking up again. In her haste she may have neglected to close the balcony doors properly and they could have just blown open during her furious session.

Nodding with a slow sigh, Celestia quickly faked a warm smile. “Yes, I’m fine, Luna. I… I just spooked myself is all.”

Frowning, the younger princess slowly nodded back. “Very well. We are sure it was nothing to be conce-…” Luna suddenly sniffed before looking up curiously. “Do you smell smoke, sister?”

Celestia’s eyes bugged as she realised she’d forgotten something rather important on her bed.

[>> F-fwd >> F-fwd >> F-fwd >>]

“Damn, Foxtrot-twelve. That was way too close for comfort. You are one lucky son-of-a-bitch, you know that? Over.”

“Yeah, no shit. Gimme a sec to force my heart back down my throat and I’ll get moving. ETA to extraction, thirty minutes… uh, over.”

“Solid copy, Foxtrot-twelve. Look forward to seeing the peeps you nabbed.”

“Pervert.”

“Heh. Foxtrot-actual, out.”

[\ End Recording]

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