The Hand of God

You are Celestia and for the past two hours you've been in the ponyville prison. The building is usually empty, but right now it houses Twilight, the Mayor, Anonymous, a few guards, and, of course, you yourself. You're looking into the cell Anonymous currently inhabits. The Mayor stands to your right. Twilight stands to your left. It would seem that Anonymous decided to slap the Mayor's rear in the middle of her speech opening the summer fair.

Anonymous and Twilight have been frantically trying to explain what happened for over an hour, jumbling their words in their haste. You've finally decided that you've heard enough and raise a hoof to silence them.

“Let me see if I'm understanding you,” you say before repeating what you've pieced together, “Twilight casted a changeling spell on you to try to turn you into a pony?”

”Yes,” they say in unison.

“But the spell failed?”

Another yes.

“And the failed spell caused you to have a changeling's hunger for love?”

“Yes.”

“Which you curbed by slapping Twilight's butt every hour?”

”Yes,” the two say at once again.

It strikes you as odd that that was the way they chose.

“Now can you, Twilight, tell me why that was how you two decided to go about this? For my own edification, please.”

“Well, Princess,” she says with a tinge of embarrassment on her face, “when I was trying to find a cure after I cast the spell, he blacked out for a second and just did it. We decided to 'roll with it' as he said.”

“I see. And on the morning of this incident, everypony was frantic to prepare and Anonymous here hadn't been 'fed' all day?”

“Yes,” Twilight says in a small voice, rubbing her neck, “sorry about that.”

“Then I suppose he 'blacked-out' when he was on stage during the Mayor's speech?”

Anonymous answers alone with a “yep.”

“That was easy enough to figure out!”

You are now Anon and you are in deep shit. Celestia sounds like she's figured out what to do and is about to pass judgment.

Fucking stupid absolute monarchies.

“Twilight is to pay a fine of 25 bits for magical negligence and Mr. Anonymous here is to be set free. Is that good enough for you, Mayor?”

The Mayor looks like she has something she wants to say but what ever reservation she had she decides not to air it.

“Yes.”

Fucking awesome absolute monarchies.

A guard opens the cell door and leads you out. You follow behind the two Princesses and the mayor to your freedom. Twilight is talking to Celestia but you hope she doesn't take too long. When you two make it back to the castle you are going to slap her ass so hard to make up for this. Man, do you need a good ass to slap! It's been over seven hours and you still haven't gotten your daily dose. You're going to-

That thought was interrupted by the sound of flesh against flesh punctuated by a startled gasp and everyone stopping. Looking down at your stinging hand you see it flushed. You look to the left to see Twilight with a horrified look on her face but also with an intact ass. You look right to the Mayor to see the same. You gulp and look straight ahead and see a large white rump, with a sun partially visible on both sides. Directly above the sun on the right is a reddening outline of a hand.

Celestia finally turns to look at you, "A-anon! Di-...did you just slap my b-butt?"

Aw fuck, you're just going to go right back to the cell.

“Aw fuck, I'll just get right back to the cell.”

Your short trek is interrupted by Celestia's voice. “Leave us,” she commands the Mayor. “All of you,” she adds, looking to her guards. Everyone starts leaving. Celestia puts a hoof on Twilight as she takes to leave, “not you.” She's going to kill you, isn't she?

Fucking absolute monarchies.

Once everybody leaves, she starts to give you a particular look as though she's looking for the point to blast to ensure that you splatter everywhere. After finally sizing you up she turns around.

”Again.”

You look at Twilight who shares your confusion and ask her, “what?”

“Slap me again,” she orders you with less certainty in her voice.

“Oh... okay?” You say unsure of yourself. You place your hand next to her right buttcheek and give it a light tap.

Now that you're actually aware of your hand you can fell it's texture. My god, it is heavenly. You've always joked about ponies being marshmallows, but that is exactly what her ass feels like; a large, round, perfectly molded marshmallow covered with a fine coat of hair as soft as a velvet. Even Twilight's tiny tush didn't compare to this. Hers was nice, damn nice in fact, but she lacked the cushioning that Celestia has.

Celestia sighs in disappointment at your lackluster effort. “I said slap me, not pat me,” it's hard to determine what emotion laces her voice, but it almost sounds like annoyance. You don't display any hesitation, however; right now all you want is to do is touch that ass again.

Raising your arm up high, you bring back down on her supple behind, eliciting a gasp as sharp as the sting. Again and again you slowly retract your arm to the skies and swing it swiftly against her rear, every time provoking a pant each more intense than the last.

After the nineteenth spank (yes, you counted) you stop, your curse's dietary requirement well met. Although the punishment has ceased, Celestia continues to pant.

”Who told you,” she manages between breaths, “to stop?”

“Well, I don't need to do this anymore. My 'hunger', if you will, is sated.”

”Well, mine is not.” Celestia straightened her forelegs which became bent at some point when you were distracted by her ass. “Now, who told you to stop?”

Fucking absolute monarchs.

Her disapproval of that light pat earlier. The heavy aroma in the air. The expectant look on her face. Not only was she enjoying this, she was really getting off to this; being spanked like a disobedient child in front of Twilight who saw her as a mentor, a teacher, a ruler, and a god.

Let's not leave the Princess wanting, then.

“If you insist, 'your highness'.”

You glance over to Twilight who actually appears somewhat sad. You suspect that Twilight had grown to like your hand, especially after she asked you to massage her afterwards to help her with the soreness. But that's a story for another time.

With your attentions back on Celestia, you deftly grab her dock in your left hand and rub your free hand over the red marks on the right of her ass. A sudden breath gives to cooing as you massage your fingers roughly into the bruised flesh beneath.

Having soothed her enough you throw your open fist out to the side and back into her tender red hide. Unlike before, you follow through with this swing and feel your fingertips grace a wet entrance in passing. With your right hand now under your left arm, you throw it again to the right, making sure to hit her other cheek in the backswing. She gasps breathlessly in response to this sudden aggression and a clear smile is painted on her face.

You take the renewed bending of her forelegs as all the approval you need and continue this assault on her ass. Her restrained gasps turn to wild moans as you strike her again and again. Seconds turn to minutes and her white rump is now painted with oblong red marks from your endeavors. You've lost count this time of exactly how many times you've spanked her but it must have numbered in the hundreds.

Her moans soon turn into something else. She lets out feral scream which is quickly muffled by her hoof. From her exposed sex, jets of liquid bridge the gap between her crotch and yours before soaking into the now damp floorboard. You're pretty sure that ponies, or people for that matter, usually come from spanking alone, but you're in a land of magic talking horses, you ain't got to explain shit.

A minute passes as the she contains her breathing and you just smile at her like the doofus you are. She lifts herself off the floor with still somewhat shaky legs and regains her composure. She turns to you looking as calm as she did passing judgment on you thirty minutes ago.

“I apologize, Mister Anonymous. I don't know what came over me. Estrus doesn't even begin for another week.” You were about to brush off the apology when she leans in closer and continues, “but when it does, I'll make sure to have some guards pick you up. Maybe you can show me some other things you can do with your hands, hmm?”

She turns away and laughs while magicking the mess away. She's about at the door when you notice her wiggling ass is now as red as Big Mac. You're not sure how to say it, but you've got to remind her before she leaves.

“Celestia! Um... you're behind is, er, still red.”

She turn to you and tells you that she know in a tone so mischievous it would put Discord to shame. A dopey grin works itself back onto your face when she prances out the door and you shove your fists into your pockets.

'Yeah, that just happened' you think with a nod.

”Anon! What the hay!”

Holy fuck! You forgot about Twilight. She does not seem please. Shit, she looks so pissed that she might even throw you out of the castle. Shit! Even if you don't know where you'll sleeping soon, at least you know what you'll be doing.

Fucking an absolute monarch.