Celestia and Anon's Adventures in Submission and Dominance

Almost a dozen ponies and a single small human sat at a long, ornately decorated dinner table. Silver candles filled the gaps between the plates of half-eaten food and empty glasses covering the white, lacy tablecloth. The ponies, all of them various dignitaries or heads of state or representatives, had been eating and drinking and talking for hours. But at the moment, one voice dominated the conversation. One very loud, slurred voice.

“And then she says, she says, ‘Sir, that isn’t your bag, that’s your wife’s stocking!’ Ahahahaha!” Wine sloshed in his glass as he laughed uproariously.

Princess Celestia gave a polite laugh and grinned. “Hilarious, ambassador. Your stories always liven up these gatherings.” Her laughter was curt, but her smile, as always, was warm and genuine. The rest of the gathering gave their own perfunctory laughs in turn.

From his seat at her side, Anon had a great view of his Princess. She reclined casually on one of those odd chairs that ponies used. The newly raised moon filtering in through the great glass windows along the dining hall silhouetted her tall, thin form and shone through her gently waving multicolored mane. Her strong flanks rested on the chair, and even though she had loosened up with several drinks in her, she maintained her air of regality and command. Throughout the evening, Celestia had been inching closer and closer to Anon, and now she seemed almost ready to lean on him. Being the Princess’s official date to these functions certainly had its perks.

“Oh my. It’s getting very late, don’t you think, Anon?” Anon almost jumped. He had gotten so used to just quietly observing at these sorts of things.

“Oh, certainly. We've just been having so much fun, though, haven’t we?” he said, thinking quickly.

“Yes. It’s been a wonderful evening.” She cleared her throat and addressed the table at large. “Thank you all so much for coming. But I think it’s time we retire for the evening.” Her eyes flicked towards him with that last word. Did she just glance at me, he thought, or did I imagine that?

Across from them, Princess Luna gave him a sly grin, then winked at her sister. Oh no. What does she know? Another pony, this one a mare, spoke up from the other end of the table. “Of course. Thank you so much for your invitation, Princesses. Everything was… fantastic.” They began to stand, bowing and giving their own thanks and farewells.

Anon was worn out. So much conversation, so many customs and manners and names to remember. At least it had gotten more casual as the wine pitchers became emptier and emptier. Anon yawned as he shook the last hand (hoof, he reminded himself) of the evening, and the doors closed. Only himself and two ponies remained.

Princess Luna yawned and stretched her wings. “I do enjoy these, but Celestia, must we do them so often? I’m always so very tired by the end.” Her older sister smiled.

“You know they’re important, Luna. Especially with you needing to catch up on current events since your return.” Celestia yawned too, and so did Anon. Guess they are contagious.

“True. Very true. In any case, goodnight, you two.” She looked directly at Anon. “Have an enjoyable evening.” Another one of those weird, playful grins. Sometimes it was so hard to read ponies’ expressions.

“We will. Good night,” Celestia replied.

“G’night, your highness.” Anon nodded at her as Celestia led him out and into the hall.
Anon loved summer in Equestria. The windows of the castle were always open, and on cloudless nights, the moonlight lit up the interior of the castle with a beautifully soft, silver light. Walking along the cool, stone hallways of the castle, Anon began to fall behind Celestia. Her hooves made a gentle clopping sound as they strode over the stone tiles, occasionally muting as the two passed over an ornate rug. The castle was dead silent at this time of night, and their steps echoed slightly down the halls.

Celestia looked back at him. “Wasn’t that fun, Anon?”
He shrugged. “Sure. I’m still getting used to the whole social occasions thing, though. Mostly, I just like hearing you talk.”

She paused and blushed for a moment. “That’s sweet.” She smiled, and continued walking, as Anon fell behind her once more.

Celestia’s flanks shifted, back and forth, side to side, as her long legs carried her down the hall. Her flowing tail swished back and forth slightly, and every once in a while, he caught a gorgeous view of her backside. Anon’s thoughts wandered to their night spent together the week before, when she had come forward with what turned out to be a very satisfying request. He never thought he’d be one for dominance in the bedroom, but the two of them ended up extremely satisfied with the result… and now, he was hoping that there would be a repeat of that night’s fun. He was looking forward to exploring further with her, maybe trying out some dirty talk, or bondage, or --

“I see you.”

Anon’s heart missed a beat. He swiftly moved his gaze to the princess’s eyes. She had stopped and was looking back over her shoulder at him sternly. “Huh?”

“I said, I see you, anon. Staring at me.”

He gulped. “Oh. Was I? Heh. Sorry, Celestia.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t doing anything back there. You were staring at my flanks.” Her large eyes narrowed. She frowned at him.

“Well… that’s not… bad, right?” Anon fumbled.

Her frown softened, her eyes relaxed. Now, she looked… mischievous. “No. Not at all. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about last time. In fact…” Suddenly, the princess lifted a wing slightly. Were those… handcuffs?

Before Anon could react, she pulled him into the nearest room. The wooden door banged against the wall, then bounced back, almost closed once more. But Anon could still faintly see the hallway through the small crack.

Celestia grabbed the handcuffs with her mouth and tossed them at Anon’s feet. Holy shit, this is great! She’s so into this now! He took a moment to figure out just where they were. The room was somewhat darker thanks to its smaller windows, but the same bright moonlight pervaded the room. Cool air blew in through the open windows. The room was full of old wooden furniture, stacked against the far wall, leaving an open space in the middle of the room dominated by a huge, soft-looking blue rug.

Anon bent down to grab the handcuffs, but before he could reach them, something plowed into him from behind and knocked him down onto the rug. He tumbled end over end, thankful that the rug did indeed turn out to be as soft as it looked.

“Celestia? What the he-” And then she was on top of him. Anon lay on his back, staring up the large white pony straddling him. Her face bent down close to his. That mischievous grin was back, but it was more intense than he had ever seen. Her long white legs held her above him as she stared down at him contemplatively.

“I have been waiting for this all night,” she said. Her composed, stately voice had taken on a lustful edge. In spite of his initial confusion, Anon felt arousal bubble up within him. He smiled and pictured the last time they had been together like this. The submission, the toys they used… they way her body language had begged for him to dominate her… It seemed like it was finally time for round two.

Anon struggled to prop himself up on his elbows and bring his face to hers. But she kneeled down with her forelegs on his shoulders, pinning him to the ground. He could feel her weight pressing against him. He was immobile.

“Damn, Celestia, this isn’t too comfortable, you know? I mean, not that I’m really complaining…” From his position below her, he had an excellent view of her underside. Her powerful legs supporting her lithe form, her rear legs giving way to her strong flanks. Anon savored the view.

“I know.” That grin again. What is she planning…? She removed one of her forelegs from Anon’s shoulder and motioned for him to remove his shirt, and he stripped it off quickly. The cool air felt good on his exposed skin. Then, Celestia kissed from his neck down to his navel, and back up again. Her soft lips left little tingling sensations where they touched his neck and chest. Anon began to breathe more heavily. “So you’re just kinda… ah-” she had kissed his neck again, biting a little this time. The pain felt… good. Weirdly good.

“Shut up.” Anon’s mouth opened and his eyes widened, but he complied. His arousal was becoming physical. “What’s this?” she said playfully, rubbing him softly through the crotch of his pants. Her hoof felt incredible. Anon reached upwards to kiss her again. “Uh-uh. Nope. I’m in charge now.” She pinned him down again, a little more forcefully. “You’re going to get me off first before I even think about allowing you to do anything. Am I understood?” Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at him. Okay, I was not expecting this, he thought. But fuck it, why not? He nodded, doing his best to appear meek. She began to breathe a little harder herself as she smiled. “Good boy. Now, your princess has a task for you. You’re going to pleasure me, and you will not stop until I’m satisfied. Understood?” He nodded again. “Good.”

Princess Celestia relaxed her hold on Anon and stood up, then turned around. Her rear was right in front of his face now. Her flanks, covered in her soft white coat, were bare and exposed for him. Her tail was raised, allowing him an unblocked view of her nethers. Her lips had parted slightly, showing a hint of pink and the slightest glisten of moisture. She lowered her flanks down and rested them on Anon’s face. He inhaled the musky, slightly sweet scent of her arousal as she pressed herself down on him. His nose and mouth were buried in her pussy. Instinctively, anon wiggled his nose and jaw around as he tried to find the most comfortable position to rest in. His movements made the princess gasp and moan. “Oh. Oh… mmmmmmn,” she purred. His cock, now completely erect, strained against his pants, but Celestia refused to allow him any relief.

Anon licked her, his tongue rolling over her entrance from bottom to top. She shook a little. He moved his tongue slowly, savoring her moaning and the way her flanks twitched as his tongue pressed against her clit. He licked her again and again, slowly. Each time, he tasted a little more of her juices and felt her lips part more and more. After several minutes of this, his tongue was getting deeper and deeper inside her. It explored every inch of her pussy, tasting her, smelling her, feeling her push her backside against his face. It was getting hard to breathe, but he didn't care. She tasted wonderful. Musky. Salty. Sweet. Powerful. Anon began to move his tongue faster. He traced the outside of her lips, flicked past her clit, pushed into her entrance… he was practically drinking her wetness now, and his tongue slid easily over and into her. Faster and faster he moved his tongue, and harder and harder she pushed her pussy into his face. Her breathing became moaning. She got louder, then louder, and louder, as Anon continued to work his tongue inside her. Her orgasm was building. After several more minutes, Celestia finally let all her weight rest on Anon’s face and his tongue pushed farther inside her than ever. She came. Anon felt her walls twitch and tremble around his tongue as her orgasm reached its crescendo, and she moaned in pleasure. A fresh wave of her juices flowed, most of it going into his mouth. Anon savored the taste.
She let up for a moment as she caught her breath and took some of the pressure off his face. She was panting. It seemed so loud in the empty room. For a moment, anon worried about them being discovered. Hell, the door wasn’t even closed all the way. But part of him didn’t care.

Then, an opportunity presented itself to him. Anon mentally crossed his fingers. He repositioned himself slightly, and flicked his tongue upwards and over her asshole. He heard her gasp, but instead of pulling away, she moved her flanks slightly to give him better access. “Anon…” she panted. He pushed his tongue against her asshole, pleasantly surprised at the sensation. He continued to rim her as she grinder her flanks into his face. Soon though, she stopped and gave him some breathing room. Celestia stood once more. She appeared to compose herself.

“That was… very nicely done. Very, very nicely done.” She was still panting slightly and her eyes had trouble focusing on him. She shook her head. “Now. Hold out your hands.”

Anon complied, and soon, they were bound tightly together in the handcuffs from earlier. His apprehension started to disappear as he began to picture what she might be about to do to him. His heart raced at the thought of being at her mercy for the rest of the night. Anon was still fully erect, and the pressure at his crotch was becoming uncomfortable. He fidgeted.

Celestia’s voice took on a playful, yet commanding tone. “What’s this?” She said, noticing his discomfort. “Hmm.. I suppose you have earned at least a little relief.” She unzipped his pants with her teeth and pulled them off. Still facing him, he felt her rear hoof rub him through his underwear. She looked pleased when she felt his erection. “Perfect.” Celestia moved back and pulled his underwear off as well. Now, Anon was completely nude, and completely aroused. Celestia moved backwards, her flanks sliding downwards over him, until they rested on his thighs. Celestia began to grind herself on his cock. He moved to slide himself into her, but Celestia stopped him by slamming her forehooves back onto his shoulders, pinning him again. His arms, still bound by the handcuffs, were pulled above his head. The Princess’s wetness trickled down over Anon’s manhood as she moved herself over him. His penis throbbed, but she continued only to tease him and grind against him. Then, when the teasing was becoming almost unbearable, she lowered herself onto him.

It was like diving into a warm pool. He slid inside her easily. She was incredibly wet. Celestia and Anon each let out their own small moan as she lowered herself all the way down onto his cock. Celestia’s large wings unfurled as she slowly lifted herself up again until only the tip of his cock was still inside her warm, wet lips, then suddenly dropped down again. Waves of pleasure rolled over Anon, and he closed his eyes, mouth opened. They were both breathing hard now, both gasping and moaning as Celestia rode him. He didn’t care in the slightest anymore that anyone walking by could look in and see them.

The handcuffs were getting uncomfortable. He moved his arms to try and get them in a better position, but Celestia noticed immediately. The royal mare’s horn glowed brightly. Anon felt the chain on his handcuffs yanked upwards painfully. In response, he bucked his hips hard into her, and she gave delighted little gasp.

After a few minutes of Celestia riding him, Anon opened his eyes just a crack. At the other end of the room, at the doorway, he saw movement. His heart skipped a beat. Celestia was apparently oblivious, as the door was directly behind her. Oh God. Is that…? He strained to focus through his nearly-closed eyes, and saw a dark-coated pony staring through the crack in the door in shock. Anon couldn't make out any details. Only half their face was visible. The pony's eyes were wide as saucers, and their mouth gaped. After a moment’s hesitation, Anon decided to pretend they weren't even there. If they wanted a show, they would get it.

Anon closed his eyes again and moaned louder. Celestia had changed position, bringing herself closer to Anon. She once again leaned on his chest and arms, keeping him immobile as she rode him. Anon bucked his hips up and down in time to her thrusts. Her wetness completely covered his cock every time he pulled out of her, and the cool night air tingled, adding a wonderful sensation to every thrust. Her pussy seemed to pull him in every time she lowered herself onto him. Their heavy breathing, the sound of skin rubbing against fur, the sweet scent of Celestia’s musk, the knowledge that their guest could still be watching - all of it fueled anon’s building orgasm.

“Can I… oh God.. Ah- Can I finish, Princess?” Anon gasped out between breaths. Celestia kept the same pace as she responded. “Y-Yes- Mmmm. You mm-ohhhhh… you… may….” she panted. Hearing her give her permission made his orgasm begin to build with even more intensity. “But not… mmm... there...”

Suddenly, Celestia lifted herself off him. The sudden absence of her warmth and wetness around his cock was agonizing. Anon opened his eyes to see her turning herself around to face away from him. From her reverse angle, she once more lowered her gorgeous rear towards his cock, but instead of her pussy, she lowered herself so that the tip of his cock was positioned at her asshole. “Be gentle, subject,” she commanded. From the corner of his eye, Anon noticed the stallion still watching them through the crack in the doorway. Somehow, knowing that they had an audience only increased his excitement.

With agonizing slowness, she lowered herself onto him as he pushed upwards into her. The tip of his penis began to push into her, thanks to the copious amounts of lubrication left on it from her. Her pink anus gently spread apart to accept his cock, and soon, half of him was inside. This was tighter than anything he’d felt before, and the feeling inside was completely different. It gripped him differently, squeezing his cock as he entered her more and more. Celestia let out a little gasp as he hilted into her completely. The two of them rested for a moment as they each got used to the new sensation of tightness. Then, anon moved his hips back gently and pulled himself halfway out of her. She sighed in pleasure. Then, once more, he ever so slowly pushed back in, feeling the incredible tightness gripping him. He felt ready to explode already. As his pace increased, Celestia began to rub at her pussy with a forehoof. With her tail lifted up and too the side, Anon had a perfect view of his cock entering her asshole and sliding out, still perfectly lubricated by her pussy juices from earlier. His pace increased, and soon, his orgasm was building once more. The intensity of it was like nothing else. Her anus gripped and massaged him tightly with every push. “Harder, subject,” she half-moaned, and Anon increased his pace once more. “Yes, P-princess,” he gasped. His eyes shut as his orgasm approached the breaking point. With one final thrust, he pushed himself deep inside her ass, seeing the pink ring expand as the base of his cock pushed all the way inside, and he came, shooting thick spurts of cum deep inside Celestia’s asshole. A wave of pleasure overtook him. The intense feeling of release rolled over Anon, and he felt a lasting tingling sensation spreading outwards over his body as he pulled himself out of his Princess. Semen dripped from her, back down onto Anon as Celestia rose up on shaking legs, and collapsed next to him on the plush rug. “Very good, Anon. Very… good.” She nuzzled him and rested her head on Anon’s aching shoulder. She threw one white leg over his heaving chest, smiled warmly, and closed her eyes.

A few minutes later, Anon carefully extracted himself from the sleeping mare atop him, got up, and strode over to the doorway. Their perverted watcher was long gone. Anon closed the door tightly. The moon was high in the night sky now, and the room was awash in a silvery haze. The light played beautifully off Celestia’s waving, sparkling mane. Anon laid down again and rested his head on her sleeping form, and together, the two of them slept.