The Royal Pet

"Ahhh..."

You sigh softly, lying in-state amongst boundless, snow white linens. Your taut stomach, pleasantly full of your favorite foods, feels comfortably warm. It has certainly been a long day for a pet. Exercise, mealtime, grooming ..."walks"... you certainly took advantage of your little jaunts, making careful mental assessments of society and culture within the capital city. Celestia seems more brazen about showing you off as of late.

Although your time in this world has been brief, you can glean some appreciation of your current standing with the ruling class. Certainly not all is unfortunate here. Playing your little role has kept your position firm...but a man must not lose sight of his goals.

"There is still much to do."

You whisper inaudibly, looking down across your freshly washed physique. Changing focus, you silently admire yourself in the trickling twilight. The scene brings back memories of slightly fonder times; back in your own grandiose bedchambers. Times when several pairs of delightfully feminine eyes hungrily devoured every inch of your muscular skin. Times when you set the schedule for your own "entertainment" from your submissives. Closing your eyes, you reminisce about bountiful experiences from your human world. Each Baroness wonderfully carnal; each Lady a jewel in your crown. A slight smile creeps across your face. The buxom, blushing virgin Priestess from the Meadow of Butterflies...a shamelessly lewd and barbaric Queen of Wolves from the thunderlands... the wicked, yet sophisticated, purple-haired Duchess from rotting Corpsix Swamp Keep...not to mention your wonderfully loving concubines; eyes each a color of the rainbow.

Dancing mental imagery of your sexual domination sets your heart alight. Before you know it, blood is soon coursing through mighty veins lower and lower down your anatomy. Inevitably, your manhood begins to rise. Your length slowly reaches outwards and quickly extends farther than your tell-tale Celestial lioncloth. Taking a moment to savor the sensation of fine silk along your tender glans, the elegant cloth quickly becomes crumpled along the base. Gingerly, you reach a hand down and palm yourself.

"Mmmm..."

You sigh, the feeling of heat pouring off your skin. It has been far too long since you've experienced this sort of relief. Perhaps now, during your "alone time", would be the perfect opportunity to indulge. You take a generous amount of saliva in your remaining hand and move it to meet your thickness. Going back-and-forth from mouth to masculinity, you eventually coat yourself in a fine layer of slickness. Your erection now easily towers over both hands. Feeling the cool air of the room licking against your pride, you lodge yourself firmly against the plush mattress. It only takes but a moment for your brain to dive back into fantasy. Massaging yourself, you quickly select a favorite ex-lover and get to work:

"Ohhh, my King..."

The Duchess of Ivory and Violet hisses devilishly.

"H-how dare you...*ah!* exert suuuuuuch *umph* privileges on my oo-OHHHH-wn ancestral lands?"

Deep in concentration, you can almost recall every inch of her wonderfully tight womanhood framed marvelously in elaborate lingerie. Rapidly, your brought the masochistic aristocrat to her umpteenth peak of the night.

"Nnngghhh....my Liege..."

Yes, so damn tight. You grip her wrists harder, forcing deeper inside.

"!!!"

You can feel yourself swelling thicker as she coos your name.

"!!!"

Your eyes shoot open and your body freezes. That certainly wasn't the voice inside your mind...a set of off-rose orbs are locked on your exposed form. They belong to none other than the Princess of the Sun. A moment of silence permeates the air, punctured only by your heavy breathing. You were careless; now was not the time to let your guard down.

"It would seem as though my pet has yet to expend his energy for the night."

Regally, your "Owner" expands her wings and marches slowly over to your exposed position. She stops a mere foot from your sprawled legs, looking down her long muzzle. Your eyes still locked with Celestia's, you slip into your stoic demeanor.

"My goodness,"

She begins softly, putting on a far more formal tone than you were expecting.

"Such raw masculinity. Long have I wondered; now I shall have my first answer."

The Goddess' chest rises and falls, almost as if in time with her flowing ethereal locks. Realization strikes your mind as the spark in her pupils flashes across your glistening girth. Celestia may be of a different species, but still manages to convey mareish desire behind a mask of sophistication. Hands still locked firmly on your member, you feel it twitch with need under her regal gaze. A twitch not unnoticed by the Solar Princess... Princess Celestia flares her nostrils, curling her upper lip for a split second and taking in the scent of your arousal.

"What are you waiting for, my darling pet?"

She grins with hormonal satisfaction, triggered by your overwhelming scent.

"Continue..."

Celestia's long-simmering curiosity about your sex takes over her mind, and she bobs her neck gently in encouragement. You play dumb, flexing your muscles and silently staring into thousand-year pools. Unsure if you understand her intent, Celestia lowers her muzzle and nudges your hands.

"Come now, dear...you are safe with me."

Desperately, the Princess attempts to galvanize your arms into motion. Although unexplainably stricken with arousal, Celestia is cautious. She cannot afford any ill-effects from your unknown virility, and decides to take her experimentation slow. Reluctantly, you resume your masturbation, much to the joy of your royal observer.

"Yesss, that's it,"

The Solar Princess rears up, placing her forehoves next to your waist.

"Pleasure yourself for me."

Although your reminiscence has been broken, your lust has not, and you use a finger to gently trace along your shapely ridge. Your other hand retrieves a dollop of saliva, and resumes its pumping. Celestia looks on, noting every movement with a stone-face; she attempts to conceal her excitement and arousal. Almost as an afterthought, the Princess looks over her shoulder and makes sure the chamber doors are secured with a bit of magic.

You smirk internally. Celestia is apparently easy to distract when her "mood" strikes. You decide to experiment yourself with your "Master's" emotions.

"Ohhhh..."

You groan lewdly, spreading your legs further and giving the Solar Ruler a better look at your heavy package. Upon hearing your moans, Celestia's feminine urges alight with long-restrained need; she winks unseen. You can see the lust in her eyes, and smell the musky scent of horse-lust in the now stagnant air. You've been in stables before. She cannot fool you.

"Grrrraaahh.....!"

You cry out, flexing your glutes and pumping more blood into your bulging shaft. Celestia only looks on in awe, masked poorly by her royal demeanor. The Sun Goddess admires your flexing muscles and sheer penile length in increasing reverence.

"Far too much..."

The Princess mumbles through pursed lips. You aren't sure if Celestia's talking about your actions or your virility. What her emotions fail to reveal, is that neither is she.

"Mmmmph!"

You've been victim of her flirtatiousness many times in the past...her suspicious prodding when you were "asleep". Her naughty winking when alone in chambers. Her suggestive tone when calling you "hers". Time to make her pay a bit. Your mind slips into a primal state as you imagine your manhood diving into Celestia's tight tunnel. Having no idea of the sensations, you akin in much to that of a woman's own fertile garden.

Knowing your body better than any woman or mare ever could, you quickly feel yourself approaching your peak. Celestia's breathing increases noticeable as she tastes the air.

"Keep going."

She whispers pleadingly.

"Let me see what such a 'human' creature might do."

You put on a show, flexing and groaning, putting great effort into building pressure deep within. Celestia relishes every second of her pet's ministrations. She cannot contain her moist and squelching winks, embarrassed by how terribly aroused an unknown animal could make her.

"Ummmphhhh..."

Your head swells fiercely, and a tingle runs from the base of your spine to the tip of your crown. Princess Celestia sees this, and aware of the male form, anticipates your copious release. Now was the time to see her pet's true talents...with a long groan, you squeeze your member's base and stroke upwards in a long, fluid motion.

Aiming perfectly, your first massive spurt coats the Princess' face in warm cream. Startled, Celestia lets out a moan in surprise and unleashes a torrent of mare-pre onto the marble floor. The next thick rope sears even further, arcing over Celestia before dripping down her horn. Your mighty quads and biceps tense, bulging with veins as the next stream of hot love impatiently rushes into your shaft. Finally coming to her senses, Celestia rears higher as the third spurt ropes along the underside of her neck. The thick line somewhat succumbs to gravity and splatters along onto your abdominals. Finally, after what seems like an eternity to the Princess, your voluminous orgasm tapers off.

Your broad chest is now coated with a thick layer of fertile cum. Celestia, wide-eyed, is unable to contain herself.

"M-my talented pet...my virile man..."

She stutters out through a fierce blush, managing to give you a serious look.

"Seems to have dirtied himself quite a bit with his obscenely copious expulsions."

The Solar Mare cranes her neck downwards, her facial of pearl glistening against snow-white fur. You lay still, anxious to see her next move.

"Let's clean you up."

Deliberately, the Princess slithers out her broad tongue and laps a rope of semen from your chest. Her eyes lock with yours through the elegant motion; she rolls her prize into her gullet. Celestia's pupils dilate, and she immediately dips for another taste.

"So salty..."

Your muscles shiver from her second lick, lengthier than the first.

"So fertile..."

Goosebumps cover your skin as Princess Celestia alternates between cleaning herself and you.

"So...human..."

She groans; the scent of musk floods your nostrils once more as Celestia's marehood leaks down her hind legs. Finally you are clean of your cream, every dollop now safely stored inside your "Owner's" hungry stomach. She smacks her lips, licking them in primal satisfaction. You enjoy the feeling of release, but after so long without orgasm, your manhood only wavers slightly before remaining firmly upright.

"W-what in Equestria...?"

Celestia questions as if in a stupor.

"My big, strong, human is certainly full of surprises...and apparently still quite full of cream for his Princess."

She finishes with a gentle giggle. You resist laughing yourself. It would look as if you've placed yourself into an awkward situation...

"Truly, such a marvelous beast of a man. I must test your...capabilities...further."

Celestia bites her lip, moving to her hooves. Your curiosity only rises.

"Let's find a gentle, refined aristocrat to act as a caretaker to help with your 'needs'. I must discover whether or not a human can...impregnate...a pony before risking myself."

You grin internally once more; a clever Princess.

"But until then,"

Celestia licks your sensitive glans, targeting a thick pearl forming at the tip.

"The royal throat shall do quite nicely."

You shudder with arousal, feeling a set of horseish lips surround your impressive erection. Throughout the night, you prepare yourself again and again to sate the Princess' great thirst with your generous fountain. Celestia, meanwhile, prepares herself again and again to receive your startlingly thick spurts of delicious, salty cream.

What the future holds for your role as "pet", you do not know. You have your plans. You have your resolve. Yet only one thing is certain: you have your "Owner", your Celestia, in a potentially vulnerable situation.

A situation you intend to take full advantage of, should the need arise...