The Royal Pet

by Hand-Made

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Princess Celestia, Human, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Adventure
Length: 11935

Princess Celestia swoons for you, her noble "pet". As you're a handsome creature from another land, she takes you into her personal care for "research" purposes. However, how much does the zoophilic Goddess know of your own k

ON HIATUS

Author's Notes:

Originally written as independent human x Celestia stories, it was shuffled together too quickly for my tastes in retrospect.

'The Royal Pet' is currently going through a massive rewrite involving multiple new chapters that will tie the themes together. There is no ETA for the new fic, as I'm wrapped up in many larger projects at this time. Chapters will begin appearing once the entire story is completed on an update cycle TBD.

Still a fan of the original works? Not to worry! They will be left up as non-canon "bonus material" for all to enjoy.

Princess Celestia swoons for you, her noble "pet". As you're a handsome creature from another land, she takes you into her personal care for "research" purposes. However, how much does the Goddess know of your own plans...?

Comments welcome and appreciated as always; thank you all for the feedback thus far.

Published 2014-03-03 11:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-03 11:20:02 UTC

(Bonus Original pt. 1) Discovery

"Over here, my Princesses! Near the cavernous trees!"

A flying guard bellows gruffly. Shortly behind his zipping flight, Celestia and Luna soared regally throughout the air, a 30-large platoon of 'Soldiers of the Night' guards following closely. It was nearly time for the Exchange, and the Sisters had less the precious few hours before performing the sacred magic.

"The reports of minotaur raiding the farmplots of Outerwall are completely false."

The aging pegasus began, circling the increasingly dense wood.

"We're lucky that the mushroomer saw it when she did, or else we would've missed our chance during the guard change; I managed to spot 'em with my good eye."

The trio circle above the small forest, watching magically-electrified natsurtium stalk lashing into the shadows.

"What doth happens below Us, Captain?"

Luna inquires.

"We have Sgt. Quickzap creating a barrier from the local flora's flowering vines. Direct magic seems to have little effect on the creature; I nearly flipped my Troxelhelm when I heard you two were really coming out."

The pegasus dips his head in reverence.

"Thank you, my Graces, for your support."

"We can deal with the formalities another time, Captain Pernchon. Having an unknown creature of such high magical resilience this close to the Capital is reason enough to come; we have the time, and here we are."

Celestia states coolly as the shackle-and-bondage carrying Nightguard arrives.

"What else do you know?"

"The beast is large, but must have some basal intellect. The creature only seems to have stolen foodstuffs and does not have prisoners. It hides in the densest trees to evade Pegasi first squad, and has knocked our platoon's only other unicorn unconscious. It analyzes us."

The captain finishes, narrowing his gaze. Celestia nods her head once.

"I understand. Luna and I shall handle the rest with your second squad and the Nightguard. Captain, organize your company near the edges and prepare for a rapid Exchange tonight; we must be vigilant."

"Yes, my Princess!"

The captain salutes, zipping away to form the rest of his pegasi.

"Let Us go, dear Sister, in the defense of Our Glorious Canterlot!"

Luna cries enthusiastically, she and her guard soaring down into the woods to meet the exhausted unicorn.

"Oh Luna, so brash..."

Celestia chuckles, shaking her head and following her sister into the wood.

***

Lapping your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you find little saliva to slick the dryness of the air. You feel slightly dehydrated from running most of the day, and the dust being kicked up chokes your breath. Shame that you arrived without weapon nor clothing. One damnable unicorn flanked by her squad of pegasi is all that remains between you and escape. At least you managed to knock the one arrogant fool to the dirt.

"I...I know you're there! Come out, creature!"

From the shadows, you witness the panting unicorn desperately electrifying the nearby space. A smooth stone lies calmly in your grasp, waiting to strike the mare's face.

"M-my Princesses!"

You look on quixotically as the pony gazes into the skies. Almost not believing your own sight, you bear witness to the arrival of two large horses, one white as snow and one dark as ocean, from the clouds above. Perhaps even more disparaging is the thirty or so bat-winged ponies that trail in their wake. Distracted, you feel an errant vine wrapping around your left ankle.

You lingered too long.

"Nyaaghhh!"

Crying in pain, you're electrified and dragged sharply from your hiding place as the stone falls from your grasp. Plant stems wrap you powerfully as the tired unicorn uses her remaining magic to lock your thick calves in place.

"Princess Celestia...P-Princess Luna..."

She gasps for oxygen.

"I...I have...him..."

The soldier-guard nearly collapses, staggering on her hooves.

"Rest, brave Sgt Quickzap. We shall be handling events from here."

Celestia soothes the mare. The guard can only pant in reply.

"Nightguard! Prepare thine manticles for captivity parade; surround this criminal beast!"

"OOO-AHH!"

The guard shouts as one, forming a rather large circle with the remaining Solar soldiers around you and the waiting princesses.A pair of pink coral eyes look you over with great interest.

"What are you...?"

Princess Celestia mumbles softly, admiring your muscular physique and masculine features. You cannot help but notice her eyes trace your lengthy manhood, noting each curve and color.

"CREATURE!"

Princess Luna nearly interrupts, trotting haughtily towards you.

"We are LUNA, Princess of the Nights, Enchantress of the Stars, and Swayer of the Moon."

She squares herself proudly in front of your naked, bound form. For the first time you get a good look at her lithe, horse-like bodice and piercing teal eyes; her elegantly strong wings and sharp, menacing horn. Yes, she'll do nicely...but it must be in time. For the first time as well, the Night Princess takes a decent look at you, noticeably smirking in mirth at your exposed, impressive girth. Her face is that of curiosity, mild distain, and restrained hunger.

"How brazenly thy stallionhood presents. Such an uncivilized beast; thy shadow of terror ends this eve."
"Human."

You state, placing a worn hand to your chest and staring coolly back against her harshness. The Sisters react as expected, their startled features varying as Luna looks on in great surprise. They seem to take you as some lesser-mer; the less they know, the more options you may have.

"Thy lips speak that of Animalia Kingdoms. As subject to Our dominion, We command thee kneel and receive thine Night with grace and submissiveness!"

Closing her eyes, the Princess sticks out her hoof near your lips, looking for your obedience.
You don't even bother looking down; stoic breath comes from your broad chest. Several seconds pass as the ponies watch; the various guards and Celestia. Luna opens one eye, wiggling the tip of her slender hoof. You only gaze back without emotion. Her ethereal mane wafting in the wind...

"I don't believe he understands, Luna."

Celestia reasons.

"NONSENSE!"

The Night Princess retorts, gesturing to the mixed guard.

"Watch in awe as We, LUNA, tame the creature to OBEY!"

Her horn glows a wicked black, causing thorns to sprout from the plants around your legs.

"GRRRTTT..."

You growl in pain, gritting your powerful jawline.

"Come, beast..."

Luna matches your stare devilishly. She holds out her hoof once more.

"Bid thy Princess, mercy...show thy Night, love."

The thorns dig deeper. Reflexively, you do in desperate defiance what humans do best: throw things. Grasping a handful of pebble and earth, your venous forearm flings debris into the face of the Princess. The magical thorns disperse; the Princess staggers back in disbelief and ocular agony.

"INSOLENT FILTH!"

Luna fumes, charging her horn for retaliation before remembering how little effect direct magic has on your body.

"HOW DARE THOU TREAT THY PRINCESS AS IF PESASNTRY?!"

The crowd looks on in disbelief, waiting for the overly-vocal Princess' next action. You may have overestimated your position. But you will not go down a lamb.

"WE SHALL TEACH THEE TO KISS OUR HOOF!"

Quick as a lightning bolt, she slaps your mouth and causes you to wince.

"RAAGH!"

Without a moment passing, you lunge forward and drive a thick fist square into the jaw of your assailant. The Princess of the Night stumbles back in pain, reeling from the blow. She licks her outer lips for any blood.

"*gasp!*"

Nightguard regulars wish to butt-in; to pounce...but they know too well the rage of the Night denied and remain silent. The Solar soldiers cannot believe what just unfolded. Neither could Luna, who shakes her head once, twice, before locking eyes with your stoic expression, her coat turning blacker and blacker.

"Animal....ANIMALLLLL!"

The Princess screeches in rage. Her teeth begin to form jagged points.

"WE...WE SHALL...END..."

"Sister, NO."

Celestia trots hurriedly to her frothing sibling.

"Luna, come back...Luna..."

She assuages her sister, who winces at the touch of Celestia's neck on hers. You control your breath, flexing your fingers and testing the binding of your muscles. No...you cannot escape. Your eyes turning back to the emotional scene mere feet away.

"Luna, please calm down. I love you; do not fall. You're with friends, kind Sister. I love you; do not fall."

The Solar Princess whispers with eyes-closed to the relaxing Luna. Slowly, Luna's coat turns a deep navy and her teeth flatten once more.

"The...the creature struck Us..."

She whispers back shakily. Celestia nods her head slowly.

"I want to warn you of such actions, as I have in the past. We do not so hastily harm our fellow animals. Especially those of such intellect. What did you expect from smacking the human?"

She chides as if scolding a naughty child.

"Please, continue your relaxation and allow me to speak with him."

"We...We will settle and allow Sister to speak freely with the hu-man. We are sorry, to both You and human, for Our brazen actions."
Luna nods once, looking down in quiet shame from such an outburst. Celestia dons a face of calm seriousness, approaching slowly. You can feel your heart beating mightily in your core; galvanized to accept the fate of lions.

"I am Celestia, a Princess of Canterlot. I govern the Sun."

She pauses, looking at you with a cocked head. Deciding your actions carefully, you reply with one word: your name. The Princess breaks her facade, smiling warmly.

"Where are you from?"

The only thing you do is form a smile, trying to reflect her warmth right back at her. If you're going to get in good standing, it might as well be with the sane one. After a length of time, Celestia relents.

"I suppose it matters not, at least for the moment. Allow me to undo these awful bindings."

Magical silver covers the foliage around your appendages, dissolving them swiftly. You keep eye contact with the elegant horse and tentatively rise to your feet. It stings, but you'll live. Princess Celestia's expression flashes to that of concern when she sees your mighty thighs bleeding long trails of crimson.

"CAPTAIN PERNCHON, YOUR MEDICAL KIT, PLEASE."

She beckons loudly yet with a calm tone. Zipping from the back from the formed Salt Company flag-standard , the old captain comes forth with a rather large kit. You effectively stifle a laugh at the giant heart on the front. Quickly, the Solar Princess magics out some gauze and natural ointment, cleaning the area and wrapping it tight. You feel the searing medicine, yet do not flinch.

"There we are,"

She finishes dressing your injuries.

"All done."

Celestia smiles softly, looking back towards a curious Luna.

"Look, my Sister. You can gain trust and obedience with a smile and kindness far better than the back of your hoof."

She looks back towards you, trotting the short distance between you both.

"That's also how you earn a 'thank you' kiss..."

"*kiss-kiss*"

You flirt, making a brief kissey noise with your lips. Celestia giggles at your act, a dainty hoof regally covering her mouth.
"Oh my! What a trick! You understand the word 'kiss', darling?"

"*kiss-kiss*"

You gesture once more upon hearing the word, kissing the air around you. The Princess only giggles harder, a soft blush on her face. Luna looks on, quirking an eyebrow at the event as some of the Nightguard roll their eyes.

"*kiss-kiss*"

Celestia leans forwards, mimicking your behavior. In this brief moment, you decide to test your luck. Moving inches forward, your lips meet her puckered pillows of softness. Tilting your head right, you're surprised at how nice she feels against your own rugged features and subconsciously raise a hand to her equine cheek. There are hardly any gasps from the crowd except from the mouth of Princess Luna, who becomes alight with unexplainable envy; the guards' minds having already seen too much craziness this evening.

After a few lingering moments you break the delicate lip lock. Celestia's blush has only grown, her eyes now wide with sleekly mareish, unallowable emotions.

"W-well then..."

She stutters, blinking thrice.

"That was quite the trick..."

A few seconds of silence pass until a booming voice shatters the stillness.

"BEHOLD, loyal soldiers and citizens of Equestria, for the Royal Sisters have TAMED THE HU-MAN!"

Princess Luna rears on her hind legs, finishing her proclamation with a flourish. One by one, the guards stomp their hooves in medium cheer.

"I'll be damned..."

Captain Pernchon mutters inaudibly, looking a few feet from the back with his good eye.

"My Princes, is Salt Company to bring..."

He and Quickzap glance briefly at your proudly-swinging shame.

"....him....in?"

"That's garbage! Nightguard carried more manticles out here than the hooman has didgity-doos on his whatsits. We should have the honor of parading him though the city."

A young grey mare in black armor shouts from the circle.

"...and discovering his 'other' tricks."

The Nightguard's sly, lean lieutenant hisses mareishly to her pouting subordinate.
"Subjects, soldiers, please."

Celestia intervenes.

"There is much to discover about him. His magic resistance leads us to classify him as our utmost priority for monitoring and study. He is not to be our prisoner; I shall take charge of him myself."

Luna looks on as if she wishes to objet, yet stays her tongue in fear of further embarrassment. You smile coyly, knowing you've secured your place within the castle walls.

"Captain, do you still have your emergency Solar blood-chit?"

"O-of course, my Princess!"

The pegasus quickly finds the folded piece of white silk, bearing the mark of the Sun. Princess Celestia nods her head once.

"Excellent. Sgt Quickzap, give me some long, golden chain from the company standard."

"Yes, my Princess."

The mare levitates as much spare chain as she can from the square flag, floating it into Celestia's aura now holding the silk.
"Lieutenant Ebon Hoof, your leads."

The onyx Nightguard mare trots over, reluctantly relinquishing her leads to the Solar Princess. The Princess uses the three items to magically form a loincloth on a leash-like lead near the waist. Gently, Celestia wraps it around your toned rectus abdominals rather than your neck and drapes the cloth to cover your lengthy manhood with her mark. You silently appreciate the gesture, and commit the personality traits of each mare to memory.

"There we are. It's a snug fit, but it shall do. I believe the style suits him well, does it not, Luna?"

Celestia catches her sister staring more intently than the Night Princess would have enjoyed admitting.

"Yey, verily."

"Wonderful. Let's dismiss the guards and head back to the castle for the Exchange. He is to be in my charge as status of...pet-research; my pet-project if you will."

The Solar Princess beams.

"Captain, move out."

"NIGHTGUARD, TO THINE POSTINGS FOR SAID RISING OF THY MOON!"

The various ponies disperse with much haste as Celestia dips her back and lowers her wings.

"Sister! Thou present Thy back for riding to Thine pet?!"

Luna stumbles out in a mixture of envy and disbelief.

"Of course, Luna, he can't fly and cannot magically teleport."

Celestia retorts, swooping you over with a outstretched wing far wider than you've expected. You climb aboard slowly and position yourself gingerly. Once atop, you take time to admire her equine beauty, certainly not unbecoming as her feminine mane wraps your warmly in ethereal embrace. With a galloping start, the two sisters take off towards the castle, with you, new human in tow.

***

Days later, you lounge on your generous bedding. A series of gestures and actions have enabled you to communicate effectively with your new "owner". Things began to settle in, and as you learned the "lay of the land", began your mental preparations for your plan. The less you said, the better off things would be for both the rift and probably for your stay. You stretch out across the cotton sheets, loving the familiar sensation of fine linens against your clean skin.

Perhaps you can get your daily exercise regimen started up again while you're here. However, a pair of coral eyes often follow your movements; a new pup in the house. Princess Celestia seems awfully attentive...

"*yaaawwnnn*"

A satisfied groan slips your lips, tasting dinner on your tongue. Bathing in the warmth of the fire, you glance towards your wall. Hanging there are two small strips of cloth, covered in sanguine. One to remind you of your strength, the other of your goals. A worthy steed; a mare to break. You have much time in this strange land. One must make the best of things.

"Oh daaarrrlliinngg..."

You roll over to meet a familiar face.

"*kiss-kiss*"

You kiss the Princess slowly; you know she likes it passionate from trial-and-error "lessons" of her withdrawing her mouth and presenting it again.

"Mmmm. Good boy."

Celestia cannot contain her blush.

"I'm sure us two will get along...very well."

Princess Celestia chuckles knowingly, causing you to raise your eyebrow. No matter what the next day held, you knew you'd take it in stride. The Royal Pet; the Royal Man.

(Bonus Original pt. 2) Celestia's First Taste

"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...

(Bonus Original pt. 3) Celestia's Indulgence

"...considering the length of the trading routes and the cost to maintain their security, of course. My recent visit to Manehatten illustrated the need for such commodities in our larger population centers. I trust that you find these terms to be agreeable?"

Lady Quillfeather, the gryphon diplomat, was simply out of her depth. Discussing fragile trade agreements, a task she'd completed dozens of times before, was the last thing on her mind while watching your nearly nude form rest atop Celestia; only a white loincloth emblazoned with the Mark of the Sun barely concealed your impressive manhood. Covering the majority of the sprawled Princess, you train a cool gaze towards the aloof mare, never once leaving her side.

The young gryphon's feminine eyes capture every sinew of strength as your arm gently caresses Celestia's neck. Expensive oils rubbed upon your suntanned skin reflected brilliant sunlight back towards the aroused diplomat. Her mind wanders off from the diplomatic talks; how could Princess Celestia behave so nonchalantly under the attentions of such an attractive male? Struggling to hold back a hawkish purr, the Lady longed for the delicate touch of such an exotic creature; if only you'd look at her once...

"Such restrained power..."

"Lady Quillfeather, are we in agreement?"

The Princess repeats once more, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

"Oh? Oh! Y-yes, I'm sure my Kingdom will find these stipulations to be most satisfactory."

The Lady agrees with a slight blush, ruffling her wings and rising to sign the document. Celestia smirks with mischievous pleasure.

"Excellent."

For the first time since the conversation began, the Sun Goddess looks at you and performs a quiet knicker, the sound for you to rise. You walk at Celestia's side as you both escort the foreign visitor to the chamber's elegant door. "Have a lovely return trip, Lady Quillfeather." The Princess cranes her neck downwards with a pleasant smile, whispering,

"Perhaps I'll let him pet you next time."

The young gryphon couldn't contain a shiver, flicking the pom of her tail at the thought and exiting the room.

"Mmmhmmhmm...just as we've rehearsed. I believe you should be present at most trade negotiations, my 'pet'. Perhaps I'll take you along on my next excursion as well."

You remain silent, following your "Mistress" back to the chaise lounge.

"Although I'm certainly not 'sharing' even your fingers. I doubt she shall return anytime soon once her Kingdom realizes what a one-sided treaty that was."

Celestia stands in her sun, allowing the light to flow through the stained glass and dance across her ethereal mane. You look on stoically as the regal mare bathes in the warmth.

"Mmm...now for a little treat.*kiss-kiss*"

Princess Celestia puckers with her lips, a sound already all-too-familiar to your ears. Obediently, you half-lid your eyes and open your mouth a few centimeters. The Goddess matches your expression, bowing her head and pressing her pillowy lips against yours. You close your eyes, leaning to the right in a practiced manner as you feel Celestia's tongue slowly claim her territory. After a lengthy half-minute, the Princess reluctantly pulls away, allowing a thin strand of saliva to quickly succumb to gravity's will.

"Good boy."

She praises you with a smile.

"I've missed you on my travels. Now how about that little massage and a walk? My pet must be so sore from his morning exercise only to lay around for boring meetings all day."

You resist rolling your eyes; your daily weights and exercise machines were some of the few things keeping you sane over all this time. Celestia's horn tip begins to glow a bright golden hue.

"Royal Pet Caretakers, to the Western Sun Room."

She states in a commanding voice, magically clipping a leash to the solid gold waistchain holding your loincloth. A minute passes before a trio of exceptionally feminine unicorns, their young coats all ivory white, enter the chamber. Hoof-picked by Celestia to pamper you while she was away; you always internally marvel at their discipline. Each mare, as always, wore a thin chastity belt of ornate silver which was enchanted by the power of the Princess herself. No mare apart from the Goddess was allowed access to the Royal Pet's sizeable pride.

"You called, my Princess?"

One of the caretakers inquires with a bow, her elegant device moving in step.

"Indeed. Take my darling as I prepare for a trot through the palace gardens. He is to be lightly fed, massaged and re-oiled."
"Which oil would you enjoy, my Princess?"

The youngest caretaker asks, bowing as well.

"*hmph*"

You inaudibly grunt.

'Always with the oil, always to show you off...'

"Sunflower. Have him ready by the time I wish to depart."

"Yes, my Princess."

Celestia magically exchanges the leash as the head caretaker dips a final time; she tugs the lead once. You nearly grimace at the action, your dignity too great. Reluctantly you leave the room, powerfully striding behind the belted mares while Celestia watches on in devilish enjoyment.

"I'll have an extra-special treat for after our walk..."

The Goddess hums before prancing down the opposite hall.

***

"Mmmmm..."

You groan to yourself, completely naked and face-down in the modest impromptu massage parlor. The petite mares take turns rotating warm, smooth stones from magical flames before pressing them into your largest muscle groups. The feeling of the flat rocks rotating against your tender lats nearly makes you sigh with delight.

"Open up."

An aristocrat coos lovingly, levitating a small bite of your favorite food. Celestia spared no expense at importing meals from all over the globe to slick your appetite. You open one eye, taking some of your snack and chewing thoroughly in thought. Such a man of stature in the human world, now reduced to the status of "pet". Oh how the mighty have fallen. You were treated well, given so much, but you were not on top, not "number one"...far from it in this upside-down world of mer and beast...and this irked you. Biding your time was the best option as you sought to fulfill your original goal.

The young mares of ivory switch from their massage to spreading sunflower oil across your chiseled physique by hoof. You decide to amuse yourself, and fortunately the youngest unicorn was tasked with your glutes and legs. She wanted to bed you once more with such desperation...

"Oohhh..."

You sigh in a throaty, masculine manner as a slender hoof wanders from your butt towards your hamstrings. Spreading your legs, you give the mare quite a view of your soft member and inner thighs. The poor filly bites her lower lip, her gaze darting directly to your lengthy manhood. She leans forward slightly, as if to trace every vein and feature with a hoof.

"Careful, Elegant Poise. Not too close. Just a brief brush of sunflower oil between the legs and nothing else."

The unicorn applying oil to your right arm chirped up.

"Ah...o-of course."

You keep your eyes closed and wait for the sensation of a hoof on your...

There.

"Mmm-ooohhh..."

You groan erotically, causing the trio to blush and the two slightly older unicorns to glare at a shivering Elegant Poise.

"Ellie..."

"I-I swear I didn't lick him, Gentle Touch! I promise! Sophisticated Step, come see if he's well covered with oil."

You tense your thighs, increasing blood flow and allow your glory to slightly swell.

"Hmph..."

The unicorn to your left finishes your upper body and goes to check up on your legs. She isn't happy with what she sees.

"Sophie! You've gotten him harder! You want to get us all in trouble?"

The shivering Ellie shakes her head, blushing furiously as her eyes dart from her fellow noblemares to your growing manood. Unsurprisingly, your half-erection eventually wins full attention from the sexually-deprived mare.

"W-well then maybe I sh-should-"

"Don't you dare, Elegant Poise."

Sophisticated Step interrupts.

"We took an oath to care for the royal pet. Need I remind you of the status and secrets that this position provides? The circles we travel? Do you wish to shame your family? We've each had our individual one-night of splendor with the beast,"
Sophie casts an almost whimsical glance towards your body.

"...but that was it. You signed the contract; swore the oath of chastity after insemination. Do you wish to throw it all away for the pleasures of some human?"

"I...I didn't taste him...but I want to!"

Elegant Poise cried out, startling her companions.

"It isn't fair! Look at those muscles, he could rip my belt off in an instant! Surely we have earned our rights to such an exotic creature, yet we're still in chastity! I'm young, I'm fertile, I'm a noble, I....I deserve to own him for another night of insemination!"

"Don't be such a foal."

Gentle Touch retorts.

"I've cared for this gorgeous man the longest out of us all. My bloodline has been around for centuries. If anything, I'm the one that deserves-"

*crunch*

Now standing, you bite into a levitating apple, the thin trail of juice running down your chin. The arguing mares look to the sound only to see none other than Princess Celestia standing at the doorway, magically levitating your food.
"Oh, please don't stop on my account. Do go on about what you 'deserve'."

The three unicorns immediately fall to their knees before their Goddess.

"O, my Princess!"

Elegant Poise begins.

"Please forgive me, for I have blasphemed against your Royal Privileges!"

"Yes!"

Sophisticated Step chirps in.

"Take pity upon unworthy mares, swayed by the carnal flesh of the most virile of beasts."

"Here, Princess!"

Gentle Touch chimes, levitating your silken loin cloth black into proper position before chaining it around your hips. It barely conceals your half-mast, the ridges of your generous crown still easily outlined.

"Your mark of ownership, true possession of a creature only your power and glory might ever hope to tame!"
Celestia smiles in a motherly fashion.

"Thank you all for such kind words. Darling, come here."

The Princess motions with her left wing. You dutifully walk over to her, and are quickly leashed at the waist in the manner you've grown accustom. Celestia clops her front hoof once, and together, you begin the walk towards the Great Hall. Looking back at the still kneeling unicorns, Celestia speaks a few choice words for the youngest.

"Oh, Elegant Poise? We'll discuss your punishment and possible resignation tomorrow morning."

Celestia finishes by looking at you, not needing to see the face of the crestfallen Ellie.

"Hmmm, you seem to have some apple on your face. *kiss-kiss*"

Closing your eyes and cracking open your mouth, you match Celestia's stride as she gingerly laps your lips and chin clean of apple. The only sounds in the hall are the ministrations of your Owner and a few echoing sobs of frustration; sexual or otherwise remaining the only mystery.

***

The walk through the royal gardens was tedious, as usual. Celestia loved to take her time, making sure that all mares visiting the decorative landscape wouldn't miss the greatest sight of all: you, her prize pet. Slowly you stride, always at the left, across the thankfully soft grasses while clad in only your signature Celestial-marked silken cloth. It was especially warm this afternoon; Celestia usually enjoyed picking the latter portion of the days to walk through the west flowers. This allowed the midday's pampering to shine through, as the oil along your tanned muscles accentuated every fiber of human grandeur. Grandeur that didn't go unnoticed by passing aristocrats; their instinctual mareishness often gets the better of their behavior. Princess Celestia silently trots your leash past a pair of tea-sipping mares, each impeccably dressed.

"Did you see it bulging?"

"It's muscles or something...lower?"

For the umpteenth time, you resist an eye-roll.

"Ah-hah, so you were looking!"

"Darling, how could you avoid it? It's a foal's foreleg holding an apple."

You pass them by, letting out a animalistic snort of disapproval. One magically snaps open a fan, cooling her heat with rapid flicks. The pair stays silent as you walk away, content to devour your taunt glutes and powerful hips with starving eyes. All the while, Princess Celestia holds her head high, a content smile stretching across her face as she admires the growing foliage.

Eventually the "stretching walk" ends, and you find yourself back inside the palace halls heading towards Celestia's chambers. Along the way, the Princess of the Sun takes time to trade words with the Princess of the Night as they prepare to exchange the stars. You tune out of the conversation, having little interest in the prodding of Princess Luna.

"It is good to see you back from Manehatten, Dear Sister! We see You are reunited with Your companion. Did Thy morn progress smoothly as hoped?"

"Why yes it did, Luna, aside from some unfortunate happenings with one of the Royal Pet Caretakers, all other meetings and negotiations went stunningly well. A replacement caretaker may need to be found."

Luna nods her head in false interest, her violet eyes trained on your features.

"If...if a mere unicorn is unfit to handle such rawness of nature, perhaps We could offer Our occasional services in-"

"Oh, Luna."

Celestia chuckles knowingly.

"I already promised you the next human we find. Besides, you need your rest during the days to properly govern the night."

Luna smiles, though her sadness is permeable though the gesture.

"O-of course. We understand all, Dear Sister. Pardon Us while We ascend the Moon."

Giving you a quick flick of her gaze, Luna trots away in the only manner she knows: haughtily; she's a woefully out-of-date ruler. Entering the quarters of the Goddess, Celestia unhooks your waist-leash as you make your way to the lounge in front of the magical fireplace to relax.

"It's a shame, really."

Celestia mumbles, to herself or you, you cannot be sure.

"No pony could truly understand your 'talents' without first-hand experience."

The Princess allows her demeanor to relax, stripping herself of any royal trappings. As always, you remain silent, listening to the cackling fire as it consumes the everlasting wood. The simpler you appear, the better your sourcepool of future options.

"Mmmm...what a long day, a full morning of meetings after a tedious trip. I could certainly use a little bit of unwinding."

"*kiss-kiss*"

Your eyes snap open, and see Celestia fully stripped of her regalia. Tonight was going to be one of -those- again; you're already accustom to the signal of "nude" Celestia. You should have assumed as much, considering her lengthy absence from the castle. Good thing you've saved up plenty for your Princess...

Rising from your hand-made cushion, you're met with the graceful features of Celestia, readily waiting her next kiss as your lips meet once more. A soft moan fills your mouth; the Goddess is pushing back far more passionately than in public. You stand obediently, raising your hand to gently caress her face as Celestia uses her magic to gently unhook your loin cloth. Before the garment even reaches the floor, the mare's slender foreleg is already hoofing your member sloppily.

"Hmm...Mmm? Oh my!"

The Princess breaks the kiss, looking at your rapidly growing manhood.

"This isn't good at all! I cannot have my pet walking around the castle in such a state of affair."

You smirk at her pseudo-mocking attitude.

"What am I to do? It is far too late to call for a caretaker."

She glances towards her discarded crown; a hoof traces an outline around your sensitive glans and makes you wince.

"Perhaps I should take care of the royal pet myself."

She punctures her words with a hidden clitoral wink, yellowish mare-pre splattering against the floor.

"...but what would the aristocracy think of such a lewd coupling; an endowment so barbarically large rendering me paralyzed?"

The Goddess spins around, feigning dismay and brushing your swollen pride with her ethereal tail. Aroused yourself, you grow tired of her antics and let out a telling snort of air. Celestia smirks, thinking she has you in her hooves.

"Oh woe is a Princess with such a ...heavy... burning... burden..."

She lowers her neck, spreading a rear leg with each accentuation and culminating with a wet wink. You finally allow yourself to roll your eyes, already been entertainingly "trained" by Celestia in the meaning of such horseish body language. Intent on seizing your pleasure, you waste little time striding to the waiting Goddess. Grasping her feminine flanks, you prepare to mount, first flexing your mighty quads and squaring your core.

"*gasp!* Oh, you bad, bad boy."

She chides without any sincerity. You decide to tease her a bit yourself, rubbing your girthy erection between her thighs in mock-thrusts. The Princess shivers, feeling every inch of your true length rubbing well beyond her teats.

"Yes, that's it,"

Celestia whispers almost inaudibly.

"Mount me. Come on..."

Another thin squirt of mare-pre coats your veins in her royal slickness. After a few short thrusts, you finally align your aching head with her gorgeous black slit. Waiting for the inevitable, her precious pink pearl readily pleads for your entry once again. Before it even gets a chance to withdrawal, your hip flexors shove the first few inches of your manhood inside the sun-hot tunnel of tightness.

"Nnngggg-gooAHHH."

The Princess grits her teeth, feeling her delicate button shoved harshly back inside its tender pocket.

"Ngghhh...e-easy, pet...e-AHH!-sy..."

Celestia whimpers as shallow thrusts take you deeper and deeper within. Grunting in pleasure, you disregard her internal vice and shove yourself fully inside, barely able to hilt your pride even after so much "stretching". Celestia's eyes roll back, her wings fully extended as she experiences both pleasure and relief at your full penetration.

"Gooooood booooyyyyyy~"

She coos, her guttural words echoing off the marble walls. You smirk, savoring the lewd, wet "schlick" of her greedy marehood on the outstroke attempting knot your glans in place.

She wants to play?

You'll show her how to play.

"Gyyyaaah!"

Your hips forcefully slam against her rear, making her yelp and nearly stager her forelegs.

"N-naughty human..."

Princess Celestia grits her teeth, each slow, harsh thrust driving her to the edge only an "animal" could. Picking up your pace, you suddenly feel a familiar set of ridges massaging your length.

"Yes, yes, y-yes....YESSSS!"

The Goddess cries lifting her neck and unleashing her first orgasm of the night onto your pounding thighs and planted feet.

"Ohhhh-hoho....yessss...."

Celestia stretches her wings further, throwing menacing looks around the room; it is the subconscious, evolutionary language of an alpha-mare claiming her right to breed the top stud. Undaunted, your thrusting only becomes stronger, veins bulging from your working muscles. The smell of sex and sweat begins to fill the room, and before long, the Goddess reaches her second climax. Just as before, royal fluids coat your lower half in slickness as the Princess impales herself backwards against your invading stake.

"*snort* Yeahhh...right there...sooooo big...."

She clenches her eyes in a whinny, using her unworldly muscular control to massage your throbbing masculinity. It's a sensation nothing short of bliss; your testosterone drives your forward in conquest of the Goddess' fertile land. Through and through, the Sun Princess barely manages to hold her own despite multiple mind-shattering orgasms; still possessing the equine flaw of short stamina.
Eventually, you feel the familiar sensation of pressure building up within your testicles, seed rising in preparation to be sown. Celestia's sensitive marehood feels this in your shaft, and she breathlessly eggs you on,

"Is *ah* my h-human gonna *ohhh~* c-cum...? Is h-he *pant* breeding *nyaah!*h-his mare?"

She stumbles through her words, her mind lost in a cloud of orgasmic lust.You grind your teeth, thrusting yourself fully inside as a bead of sweat drips from your nose to the Princess' spine. It all comes forth now: your need, your desire your dominant lust.

Howling in pleasure, a powerful hand seizes the base of Celestia's tail, wrenching it back towards your abdominals while your remaining had grips her horse-like waist possessively. For a split second, you feel your thick, shapely glans kissed by the entrance of the royal womb before the first spurt of seed explodes forth.

"YEEESSSS! BREED US, LOVER! BREED US!"

Stream after abundant stream, the Sun Goddess feels her would-be impregnation and slips into her Royal Canterlot voice. Your shared bellows echo through the chambers, accompanied by the occasional splattering of maregasm against the already sopping-wet floor. After what feels like an eternity of bliss, your orgasm's stream finally slows and you begin to withdrawal. Celestia stands on the shakiest of hooves as her hoarse voice moans reflexively, her vaginal muscles too weak in their attempts to keep you.

With an audible "pop", you manage to dislodge your swollen girth from the Goddess as she quickly swells shut; instinct at work to keep your seed. Panting, the Princess limps herself to bed, collapsing onto the large mattress and weekly luring you over.

"*kiss-kiss*"

Weary yourself, you walk to your Princess, laying atop her and allowing a pearl or two remaining on the head to drip freely onto her perky teats. As commanded, you obediently kiss Celestia with gentle force, holding her craned neck within your firm muscles.

"Good boy."

Celestia whispers, a tear of relief almost running off her cheek.

"Good lover."

She strokes you with a hoof, resting happily on the bedspread. Laying your head atop her broad stomach, you feel her celestial warmth with each slow breath. Perhaps you can bide your time a bit slower; your plans taking shape in due course.

As readily as the sun shines...

(Bonus Original pt. 4) The Ring of Virility

"Mmmm...yesssss..."

You hiss while splayed out on your back. The adorable little Princess licking your raging manhood gives you no mercy; her tongue laps against your sensitive glans.

"You enjoy that?"

She coyly grins, pumping your venous shaft with talent far better than such a dainty hand should know.

"Then you'll love this..."

Puckering her crimson lips, the golden-crowned darling half kisses and half sucks against the underside of your frenulum.

"Fffuuu...aahhh....oh, damn. Maybe you are skilled enough to accompany me on campaign."

The sound of your heart beating in your ears is too great, easily drowning out your words. The vixen only giggles; a glint in her rosepetal eyes.

"There better be a certain ceremony upon our triumphant return. I'd hate to have our kingdoms at each other's throats over the scandal otherwise."

Her small hands work overtime to grip around your base, hardening you impossibly further. The little Lady gently slaps your towering length along her lips.

"Grahh...such a mischievous method of teasing."

You grit your teeth.

"Oh the things we must endure...well, it is necessary to measure such an imposing 'spear' for your upcoming battle-gift, my pet."

Pet?

Pet...

PET.

"*click-clatter-click-click*"

Your eyes snap open, and reality surges forth. You have been dreaming in bed...but were you talking aloud? Princess Celestia gently uses a flexible measuring tape to wrap underneath your testicles and above your aching shaft. Not daring to move a muscle, you allow your eyes to glance downwards towards the worst case of morning wood you've ever had. Is that...saliva?

"Oh dear. I certainly hope that the sound of my measuring didn't wake you."

The Solar Princess takes mental note of the numbers before floating her tool away.

"Mhmm. Even thicker than I thought."

The measuring tape snaps closed. You remain silent, unable to relax.

"Dear, you look positively tense. Then again, I suppose I must carry some blame..."

She calmly states, letting her gaze fall to your throbbing masculinity.

"Alas, I must attend to the needs of my schedule this morning. Allow me to help, albeit brief, my pet."

The Goddess rolls her flat tongue through her purring mouth. Did she hear you speak? It doesn't seem like-

"Mmph!"

You grunt as Celestia gracefully dips forward and swallows a fair portion of your erection without warning. Your fingers claw the sheets while her prehensile lips slowly draw upwards, sucking you like an oversized lollypop. The Princess removes her oral with a gentle 'mwah', allowing copious amounts of warm equine saliva to drip sloppily from her maw.

"There we are."

Celestia grins, her self-control never leaving as wet tendrils finish departing from her tongue.

"That should help you 'take care' of things while I'm gone. Don't expel too much without me."

She turns to leave and gives you a quick clitoral wink on her way out the door. The moment the latch of your chamber shuts, you finally allow some breath to escape.

"Damn..."

You whisper to yourself, taking time to enjoy the sensation of Celestia's tepid fluids eagerly running down your shaft and abdominals. Looks like I'll have to be more careful. What a disciplined Princess; far different from her sister...it isn't every day you meet another ruler so clever; so self-controlled. Taking time to marvel at your admittance to Celestia's ever-growing worthiness, you decide to make the most of her parting gift. Slathering a bit of saliva onto your hands, you take your pleasure.

***

Princess Celestia regally sat upon her throne in complete privacy...although the positioning left much to be desired; not enough room to pivot and allow her marehood space to leak freely. Frustrated and unfulfilled from the morning's dalliances (or lack thereof), she eagerly awaited the arrival of her next appointment. Measurements fresh in her mind...

"*knock knock*"

Celestia stamps a hoof once, and the door's entrance swings open to reveal none other than Enamel Globus, royally-appointed jeweler and keeper of the symbols of coronation.

"A pleasure to be called to serve, my Princess. What would you like done?"

She bows, a tight mane-bun not allowing any hair to conceal her amber eyes.

"Thank you, Enamel. I have a special piece to commission from your talented hooves. I desire a ... napkin ring. It must be magically made to these exact dimensions from solid gold, bearing the Solar Arms around the outside."

Celestia nods her head and floats over a scroll containing the design and pattern. Enamel couldn't resist a coy smile, plucking the parchment from the magical field and unfurling it. Her expression quickly becomes one of uncertainty.

"My Princess...would this be the exact measurement for the inner diameter?"

She sputters out in slight disbelief.

"Indeed it is; I've taken it myself. Is there a problem?"

The Goddess raises an eyebrow in mock-question.

"N-not at all. Only, such a wide ring must hold quite a bit of...napkins."

Enamel blushes, gently chewing her lower lip.

"I can only imagine the mess that so many napkins would require..."

"Quite, indeed."

Celestia concedes with a smile, allowing the young mare's allusion some gentle leeway.

"I expect this to be finished by hoof. The Solar Scepter shows beautiful work with such a soft metal; I may need some rings in platinum as well in the future. Therefore, save the designs."

Enamel Globus bows once more.

"I shall have it finished at once, my Princess."

She finishes with a flourish before exiting the presences of the Goddess. Celestia brims with eagerness, only to be brought to reality by remembering the next appointment. The trade negotiations with the Gryphon Kingdom to the north have been going rather poorly ever since the 'Safe Meat Inspections' Act has flesh transporters up in arms. The Kingdom has sent a rather persnickety representative to press the matter of trade rights. What did the gryphons expect when a convoy of steaks was found to contain parts of missing ponies near the border?

The Princess grumbles to herself, preparing to explain to the diplomat the consequences of such lax security policies between carnivorous gryphon and vegan pony. It was going to be a long meeting...

***

A few days have gone by, and you find yourself passing the morning as normal: lifting heavy plates of iron and putting them back down...in the buff. In your meditative state, you isolate yourself and find focus on your experiences in Equestria. Celestia seems to assume far more about your intellect than she leads on; precautions must be taken to assure your safe return with the proper candidate. You decide to burry your concern deep within your thighs, and push them upwards. Squeezing the muscles though your legs, you finish your last set of squats. You gently rotate your wrists and place the minotaur-designed bar back on its proper catch.
Inhaling the fresh air of the semi-outdoor training area, you smile. Celestia's sun has certainly been a boon for your skintan. A trio of guardmares lounge in the distance, watching your nude form in motion. The peals of feminine giggling occasionally cover the yardage and manage to ring in your ears; you douse yourself with lukewarm water from the nearby respite fountain. Looks like some things never change, regardless of the world you're in. Suddenly, the air around you feels a little warm. The feeling of eyes tracing your physique...

"Ah, here you are, my sweet. How did I know I'd find you in the training quarters?"

A magical aura ebbs a towel in front of your vision and wipes your face free of water...before moving a bit lower, soaking up the streaks of moisture near your lions.

"Looks like my darling pet already worked up a bit of a sweat today."

Princess Celestia tips her chin up and hovers the towel over the side of her elegant neck. Gracefully twisting the fabric, she sends the combination of water and human musk running down her bodice.

"Ahhh... refreshing."

You smirk at the brazen Goddess; a glance over your shoulder to note the three mares now standing a ways apart and no longer facing you. They must be accustomed to keeping an eye out for their Princess' aerial approaches. You make a mental note to do the same.

"I am simply so warm this day..."

Celestia dips the soaking rag into the fountain before taking a step closer.

"Now to practice your real training. *kiss kiss*"

Leaning forward, you plant a moist kiss against your "owner's" pillowy lips. The Goddess wrings out the towel above your head, showering your well-veined musculature with a glimmer water. She pulls back and admires her work; a gaze of desire fixated on your flaccid manhood.

"Come with me,"

A wing motions to her side.

"I have a special present for you."

You take your place at her side and are immediately garnished with your silken loincloth, wondering what waits ahead.

***

You are led into your bedchambers, and are motioned towards the edge of the bed. It doesn't take but a moment for your iconic garment to magically fall to the floor.

"Sit."

Celestia gently uses her forehooves to shove you to your rump. You grunt with reluctant compliance as a wrapped box is floated into your lap. The mare removes all adornments of royalty but her crown and stands sideways, presenting the width of herself for you to enjoy at while a half-lidded gaze conveys a pent-up lust. It's a dominant stance, but her dipped head shows encouragement as she nuzzles the box's ribbon close to your length. You deice that it would be prudent to accept, and with a single hand, reveal the contents hidden within. You're immediately met with a mirror sheen as a beautifully-perfect ring glistens atop a satin pillow.

Carefully lifting it up in your palm, you admire it's sheer weight of solid gold; tiny indents show how it has been carefully crafted into a symmetrical "O" by manual means. Around the outside of the ring, a spartan mark of the Eternal Sun was painstakingly etched. Your appreciation is cut short by a tingle that shoots up your spine; Celestia magics a chalice of warm, liquidized shea butter. She pours out generous globs of the slick substance along your manhood while plucking the ring from your grasp.

From blood still pumping from your workout, your manhood twitches and begins to grow. Celestia knows she must be swift, yet gentle, as she floats the cockring towards your testicles. With all the care of a mother hen, she uses a hoof to nudge her two prize eggs through the wide hole before bending your still flexible length through the remaining space. She uses her magic to give the hefty golden ring a little twist, slathering it with shea butter and seating it firmly behind your scrotum and against your taut stomach. A moan of pleasure escapes your mouth, the sheer heft of your weighty decoration reminiscent of weightlifting; it must weigh several ounces if not close to a pound.

Celestia's eyes burn with mareish desire at the noise, and she cannot resist splattering a stream of mare-pre onto the floor.

"Mmm. It would seem as though my pet likes his new jewelry."

Arousal permeates every word as she smacks the empty box aside, lavishing your rapidly growing length with more and more lubrication. You grip the sheets once more, staring at your veins bulging from your furiously throbbing cock. The Goddess leans forward, unable to resist.

"*kiss-kiss*"

You shove your mouth against hers, punishing her for such a surprising act of lewdness and thanking her for such a lovely new toy. A clatter disturbs the sounds of slobbering tongues as the royal crown falls to the floor. You decide to ignore it for the most part, and forcibly grip her alabaster plot.

"L-lover,"

Celestia breaks the kiss, staring into your very being.

"My crown is off,"

Equine nostrils bathe your face with flirtatious snorts.

"I'm naked."

A drop of your mixed saliva threatens to run off her lips.

"Y-you know what this means...right?"

The last line sounds more like a plea of understanding rather than a command; she cannot turn herself around fast enough. After 21 days, Princess Celestia's estrus has risen once again.

Flicking her ethereal tail to the side, she reveals her sopping-wet marehood. A beautiful onyx oyster with a fleshy pink pearl beckons you inside. Finally taking the time to look downwards at your erection, you're stunned at how dark and veined it has become. Certainly not too tight yet not too loose, the heavy ring seems to be doing its job. Although you never had trouble getting hard previously, this ringed sensation of fullness was entirely new.

"W-what are you waiting for, pet?"

Celestia impatiently questions with outstretched wings.

"Fuck me. Breed me. All the way inside."

She shakes her horse-like plot, its shape calling out to be gripped by your powerful hands. Standing to your feet, it doesn't take much to close the distance between your purplish glans and the horny Princess. You slightly overshoot your length while positioning your muscled waist and jab into her winking clitoris.

"Gahhh!"

Celestia cries, squirting out another torrent of mare-pre down your cock.

"Gently-"

She whispers. The Princess glances over her haunches, moving her tail out of the way so that she can see your built body prepare to mount; she lowers her head once more with a snort. After you feel sufficiently squared, you slide forward to being the day's cardiovascular program. Eventually, your crown slips into the moist paradise that is Celestia's pussy, albeit with more power required than normal. The mare groans with primal need at her long-awaited penetration; every inch slipping inside feeling like heaven for her heat-addled brain. You suck in air, unprepared for the sinfully delicious sensation of your steel iron being massaged so forcefully. About halfway in, you begin to pull out slightly to reposition your thighs for better thrusting.

"Noooo..."

Celestia groans, ruffling her wings and using all of her vaginal strength to keep you within her velvety embrace. Alas, the Princess is unable to resist your hip flexors as they slide your shaft backwards, and settles to enjoy the rapture of your prominent ridge massaging her swollen marehood.

"Haaa...!"

With a slight struggle, you thrust yourself in further than before, reaching a depth of almost full penetration. The poor mare screams in pleasure and agony as her insides twist, willing to settle for nothing but complete fullness. Your hands, calloused from iron, gently slap Celestia's cutie marks and experience the fiery, solar sensation on her flanks. A glance downwards shows you still have a good inch or so before your mirrored ring and reddish testicles meet the set of desperately winking netherlips.

You pull back again.

"Gyaaahh....damn you."

Celestia curses your being with false venom.

"J-just...fucking....RUT ME."

She bellows in a slight Canterlot tone, tensing her back legs and squeezing your masculinity with all her strength.
With the softest of smiles, you bulge your muscles and oblige.

A mighty thrust sends all you have into the lusty Goddess, driving her over the edge. The Solar Princess arcs her back and wails with wings outstretched; marehood split far beyond any limit she might have possibly had as her womb distends out of the way. Pulling backwards aggressively, you waste no time before shoving your length roughly back to full-depth. Your swollen testicles slap against Celestia's clit, and she orgasms for the first time of the session.

"Unnnggghhhhh.....!"

Splatter after splatter of maregasm washes down your legs, the airy echo of her expulsions fresh from her impaled pussy. Starting your thrusting in earnest, you milk her climax with mild hip rotations. You coo into the room, throwing your head back and enjoying the sensation of your charge's equine carnality. Lewd smacks of your quads meeting a horseish ass replace the sounds of margasm, in-pace with the tatters of ragged breathing.

"*pant...pant*"

Celestia? Tiring out already? Oh the stamina of mares...

You wrap your arms around her possessively, kneading your forearms against her crotch tits and riding your heels backwards. From this angle, you get as much withdraw as you can muster before slamming yourself forwards. The image of a furiously red cock, adorned with gold, claiming a perfectly royal pussy burns in your mind. You buck yourself against the increasingly primal mare, who no longer is able to up-support her wings.

"Y-yeah."

Celestia dips her neck and body, sweat staring to accumulate enough to drip from her toned form.

"Show me...that human lust..."

Each time your glans scrape against her womb, a soft cry of bliss slips from her lips. Each time your balls contact forcefully with her winking pearl, a shiver of need shoots up her spine. Each mini-maregasm you give her makes you swell only more, and you feel your cream forcing it's way past the cockring. The Goddess craves your sperm...

"You better...n-not pull out."

She manages to gasp in the throes of being bred; her heat instincts taking over.

"F-fill me...up...order you...i-impregnate..."

Princess Celestia desperately attempts to retain a manner of authority, yet is hopelessly impaled against your aching cock. In this moment, Celestia knows she's yours. You groan in anticipation of a copious ejaculation, almost wishing you really could give the mare all the royal foals she could ever want. Pressing your golden gift against her black lips, you complete your final rep as Celestia's vaginal muscles instinctively massage you over the edge.

The first blast of cum struggles to expel itself from your loins. When it finally does, the sensation is nothing short of nirvana as you experience one of the most intense orgasms of your life. A thick, hot blast of semen floods into the Princess that seems to take twice as long to complete as would normally sans-cockring. The second spurt finds little room in the mare, and quickly overflows down Celestia's strong thighs. The Goddess wants to squeeze; wants to buck back, but is lost in the mental haze of you, her human, flooding her to the brim.

Her marehood, far more sensitive than any woman's could hope to be, relishes in the rare sensation of total and complete satisfaction. You wince from the overwhelming nerves firing off along your cock and pull back a few inches in a brief attempt at reprieve...but are immediately stopped by Celestia, who spreads her legs and shoves herself back against your exposed length.

"NO."

The well-bred mare demands.

"WE MUST...ALL OF IT...INSIDE."

You nearly crush the mare in the mightiness that is your biceps, gritting your teeth and riding out the waves of intoxicating pleasure; your mind melts in a sea of lust. Celestia groans, savoring the moment before walking forward and allowing your manhood to dislodge itself. A final spurt of orgasmic praise flies from your crown, landing on her puckered anus before running down the Princess' overstuffed lips.

"Ahhh....s-such relief."

Celestia shakes her plot before turning back to face you.

"...and such a release."

She admires the work of your shared efforts.

You allow yourself to relax on the edge of the bed, erection deflating slowly over time. Eventually, Celestia trots over with slightly-quivering hooves.

"Now to remove the ring."

Taking another relaxing breath, you sigh as the slick golden O is easily dethatched from your base with care. Plucking the ring from Celestia, you spin it around a finger once, collecting the slickness of the sheabutter as the mirrored surface becomes more prominent. Celestia smiles, lazily sliding herself next to you on the plush bedding. Reaching out a finger, you present the digit to the Goddess.
With a loving smile, she lolls her tongue out to lap gently against the residue, savoring the hints of human cum and her own fluids in the flavor of shea. Smiling, you playfully seize the mare and with great strength, roll yourselves further towards the center of the mattress. Celestia giggles like a schoolmare, happiness radiating from her features.

"Mhmm, good thing I have a clear morning ahead to lounge."

She splays herself out, her weight resting against your chest.

"I suppose I could be a mare of leisure for a day or so... at least until the worst of my estrus is alleviated."

Princess Celestia playfully nuzzles your neck from above before laying her muzzle next to your ear. In silence, the entire atmosphere of the room changes to that of genuine intimacy. It's a feeling you've rarely had the luxury to experience back home, considering your own stature and responsibility. Taking a free hand, you rub along Celestia's ribs and haunches.

"What a lovely human I have; such an interesting...'pet'."

You decide not to question the slight inflection on the last word. Your hand runs through her ethereal mane, gently massaging her scalp with firm fingers. Celestia huffs mareishly in delight, and snuggles closer to your ear.

It doesn't take long before a gentle tiredness tugs against your eyelids. Tilting your head to look at the mare resting along you, it would appear she's experiencing a similar effect. You decide to lay your head back, and allow your shared consciousness to slip away. Before sleep can claim you both, you can barely make out Princess Celestia whispering into your ear.

"Let me be your little Princess again... and we can plan out our 'campaign'..."