Pink Is Too Sweet

by Marshal Twilight

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Pinkie Pie, Sex
Length: 7398

When Pinkie Pie shows up on Celestia's balcony one morning with an unusual request and unwilling to take no for an answer, Celestia finds that her orderly day might be anything but.

Princess Celestia has a strict routine. After all, she's a very busy mare. She lives an orderly, repetitive life, and while some might consider that boring, Celestia appreciates the stability.

But when Pinkie Pie shows up one morning with an unusual request and unwilling to take no for an answer, Celestia finds that her orderly day might be anything but.

Cover art by Cold Blooded Twilight

Proofread by The Elusive Badgerpony

Published 2014-11-03 05:00:12 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-03 05:00:12 UTC

Pink Is Too Sweet

Princess Celestia inhaled deeply, a peaceful expression on her face as she enjoyed the scent of the morning dew. She opened her eyes and looked down on the still-sleeping city of Canterlot with a fond smile.

She always spent her mornings the same way. She would wake up, have a cup of hot tea sent to her chambers, and spend precisely one hour on her balcony before raising the sun. It was one of the few occasions when Celestia truly felt that she had time to herself. Even though her routine had rarely changed for thousands of years, she never seemed to tire of it.

Celestia levitated the cup of tea to her lips and took a sip as she looked up at the sky. Right on cue the full moon began to sink below the horizon. She watched with a content smile; the fact that Luna was responsible for the moon again had been the only change in her routine in decades, but it was a welcome one.

Celestia stood from her comfortable cushion, and trotted forward to the edge of the balcony. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back, channeling golden magic through her horn with which she mentally reached beyond the borders of the planet, searching for the familiar warmth lingering just below the horizon.

Her smile grew as she felt the comforting heat of her sun seep into her being. She took a moment to bask in the feeling before gently grasping the sun with her magic, then lifting. Slowly but surely she felt the sun rise, the first rays of light shining on her face as the edge of the sun appeared in the distance.

She took her time with it, putting on a bit of a show for any early risers that may have been watching. Once the sun was fully visible, Celestia allowed her magic to fade and she opened her eyes.

“Hi, Princess!”

Celestia yelped and stumbled backwards, landing awkwardly on her rump. Her horn flared with magic as she readied herself, memories of the thorny vines and Discord at the forefront of her mind. However, she blinked as she recognized the figure standing before her, a familiar pink pony beaming at her from barely a foot away.

“Pinkie Pie?” she asked, cutting the flow of magic as she regained her composure.

“Yup!” Pinkie said, her smile growing even more. “Did I surprise ya?”

“Yes, you did,” Celestia said. Although she was more than a little confused, she schooled her features into her usual warm, gentle smile as she looked back at Pinkie. “Although I’m at a loss as to how you got up here. The guards should have alerted me if you wanted to visit.”

“Oh, I didn’t come through the castle,” Pinkie said. “Nopony saw me at all! Well, except you, and the train conductor, and a couple ponies on the street. Oh, and that ticket mare in Ponyville, she’s always kinda grumpy though. Maybe it’s because she works mornings.”

“Didn’t…” Celestia stood up and looked over the edge of her balcony, but saw no rope or ladders that could explain Pinkie’s appearance. Why do I even have guards?

“So, how’s your morning going?” Pinkie asked.

Celestia turned back toward her, confusion now visible on her face. “Well, it was going fairly well,” she said, putting an extremely slight emphasis on ‘was’.

Pinkie was oblivious. “That’s nice,” she said. “Mine was great too! But I got up earlier than usual though, hours ago even, just so I could come and visit you!”

Celestia watched her for a moment, feeling conflicted. “How… kind of you,” she said. “Are your friends with you?”

“Nope! Just me!” Pinkie said. She looked around for the first time. “Nice place ya got here!” she said with a giggle. “I bet your bathroom is bigger than my living room!”

“Thank you,” Celestia said, still reeling at how quickly her orderly morning had been derailed. “But why are you visiting, exactly?”

“Oh, that’s right!” Pinkie said. “I wanted to ask you something!”

“Ask me something,” she said, a note of disbelief in her voice. “And you came here. At five in the morning. Rather than send a letter.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to ask something like this in a letter,” Pinkie said, her smile slipping a little.

“I see,” Celestia said, her curiosity piqued. “Well, what did you wish to discuss?”

“Wanna have sex?” Pinkie asked.

Celestia blinked. Then she blinked again, and a third time before she finally finished processing that. “I beg your pardon?”

“Wanna have sex?” she said again, in exactly the same tone.

Well, she hadn’t misheard, but that didn’t make the question any less strange. “You… wish to have sex with me,” Celestia said in bemusement.

“Yup!” Pinkie said. “You wanna?”

For a pony as long-lived as Celestia, it was rare that anything managed to catch her off guard, but Pinkie had certainly managed it. Despite the circumstances, Celestia was actually somewhat impressed by that.

“Hellooooo!” Pinkie said, waving a hoof in front of her face.

Celestia realized she’d zoned out and cleared her throat. “Yes, I heard you,” she said, still not quite sure how to respond.

“Well, you didn’t answer!” Pinkie said, sounding a bit impatient now.

“Yes, well…” And I was having such a peaceful morning. “It was quite an unexpected question.”

“C’mon, you’re just stalling!” Pinkie said.

That was exactly what she’d been doing, and she blushed at the fact that she’d been caught. Pinkie noticed and her grin widened, seemingly misinterpreting the reason for it.

“Well, Pinkie, I am… flattered, I suppose, but I’m afraid that I do not have the time for it,” Celestia said. “I have a busy day ahead of me and a very strict schedule.”

“What about tomorrow?” Pinkie asked. “Or the next day? Or the next day?”

“My schedule is the same every day, actually,” Celestia said.

Pinkie frowned at that. “Same schedule every day?” she asked. “That’s no fun!”

“Perhaps not to you, but I enjoy the routine,” Celestia said. “In any case, I have quite a bit of work to do, so again, I must decline.”

“Oh, okay,” Pinkie said, visibly pouting.

Celestia felt a bit guilty despite herself. The request may have been strange, but Pinkie was a nice pony, and she had come all the way from Ponyville to ask her.

“You can spend the day in the castle though, if you wish,” Celestia said, hoping to cheer her up a bit. “I’m sure you can occupy yourself somehow.”

Pinkie smiled again, and Celestia was happy to see it. “I think I’ll do that,” she said. “Maybe I’ll visit Luna, or try to make the guards laugh, or see if the chefs here are any good, or—”

“I think you have it well in hoof,” Celestia said in amusement. “I’ll inform the guards that you have free reign for the day, but for now I need to prepare for breakfast.”

“Okie dokie!” Pinkie said. “See ya later!”

Before Celestia could reply, Pinkie darted into Celestia’s chambers and through the double doors out into the castle. She sighed in annoyance at the sound of the guards' alarmed shouts, but by the time she'd made her way over they were already gone, apparently having chased after the pink pony.

Well… This will be an interesting day.

One and a half hours later, after bathing and donning her regalia, Celestia was trotting through the castle toward the private dining room that she shared with Luna. Since the sisters slept on opposite sides of the day, breakfast and dinner were one of the few occasions where they got to speak to one another.

The guards on either side of the mahogany doors opened them for her as she approached. She nodded to them before walking into the room, her stomach rumbling at the scent of fresh eggs and pancakes.

Luna was already present, helping herself to a dinner of salad and wine before bed. She looked up when Celestia entered and gave her a smile. “Good morning,” she said.

“And the same to you,” Celestia said, sitting down at the fine wooden table. Her breakfast was already on a plate in front of her, the same one as always. Eggs, a blueberry muffin, and two pancakes with maple syrup. She took hold of a silver fork with her magic and took the first bite of her eggs.

“So, I’ve heard about a disturbance in the castle this morning,” Luna said after swallowing a bite of her salad. “A pair of your guards are apparently pursuing an intruder.”

“Yes and no,” Celestia said. “Pinkie Pie, one of Twilight’s friends, appeared on my balcony this morning to request something of me. I declined, but gave her permission to roam the castle today. However, she alerted two of my guards of her presence before I was able to send the word. So far nopony has managed to get the order to them.”

Luna had a slight frown on her face. “And how exactly did she get onto your balcony without alerting your guards?”

Celestia shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

Luna chuckled. “Well, she is proving to be quite elusive. But your guards are persistent, if nothing else.” She paused and took another bite of her salad, and Celestia followed suit with a bite of pancake. “What did she ask of you, by the way?”

“It’s not important,” Celestia said.

Luna cocked an eyebrow. “Your blush says otherwise.”

Really? I’m blushing? “Don’t concern yourself,” Celestia said, a little too quickly.

“I’m simply curious. It must have been—”

“Hi, Luna!”

Luna started and dropped her fork, her horn flaring with magic as she looked around wildly. As soon as she saw the source, however, the magic faded as she scowled. “Pinkie Pie,” she said.

“How are you?” She asked, hopping up and down right next to her. “I haven’t seen you in since last Nightmare Night! You were super fun by the way, sorry about acting all scared around you, but it all worked out and—”

“Enough,” Luna said. “Why are you here?”

Pinkie’s smile faded. “I just wanted to say hi.”

Celestia shot Luna a disapproving look, causing her expression to soften slightly. “Well, hello to you as well,” Luna said.

Pinkie’s smile returned, and she looked at Celestia again. “How’s your breakfast?” she asked. “I helped the chefs with the pancakes after I gave those guards the slip. I’ve got a special recipe and they gave it a try!”

“I thought they tasted different today,” Celestia mused. She took another bite, chewed and swallowed before saying, “They are quite good.”

Pinkie’s smile, if it were even possible, grew even wider at the sight. “That’s great!” she squealed, hopping up and down a few times. “I knew you would, but I had to make sure, in case you didn’t, if that makes sense—”

“I’m getting a migraine,” Luna muttered, rubbing her forehead with a hoof.

“—Oh, and are you still busy today?” Pinkie asked.

Celestia took a moment to realize that Pinkie was done rambling before answering. “Yes, I am. My schedule is, in fact, the same as when you asked me an hour ago.”

“Aww,” Pinkie said. She looked at Luna. “Is her schedule really the same every day?”

Luna snorted. “It’s more stagnant than the aristocracy. She has no understanding of flexible hours.”

“Well, that’s the thing!” Pinkie said. “I wanna show her all about flexibility!” She then gave Celestia an exaggerated wink, causing her to choke on the coffee she was sipping.

Luna looked back and forth between them. “I don’t understand,” she said.

Before Celestia could answer, Pinkie cut in. “I wanna bang your sister!”

Luna stared for a few moments, her expression completely unreadable. She then looked at Celestia, who was feeling very uncomfortable, then back at Pinkie Pie.

“I’m going to bed now,” Luna said blankly. She stood up, leaving her half-finished meal as she walked away.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that!” Pinkie blurted, following after her. “We could totally make it a threesome!”

That time Celestia spat her drink out, and Luna’s reply was cut off by the sound of the door slamming shut behind them.

She coughed in an attempt to clear her throat, blushing in full force as thoughts of herself and Luna sharing her bed with Pinkie Pie invaded her mind. She quickly shoved that aside and resolved to finish her breakfast, but it was a few more minutes before her blush disappeared completely.

“I hereby declare this session of Day Court open,” Celestia announced. The royal guards pushed the massive double doors of the throne room open, allowing the first petitioner inside. A rather nervous-looking dark green earth pony made her way up to the base of the stairs leading up the throne. Celestia gave her a smile in an attempt to relieve her worries.

“P-princess,” she said, in barely more than a whisper.

“Hello,” Celestia said, voice kind. “What did you wish to discuss with me today?”

“W-well…”

Celestia waited patiently, but the mare apparently couldn’t get any further. After about ten awkward seconds, she emitted a terrified squeak, then turned tail and sprinted right back out of the room.

Celestia watched in bemusement, and gave her guards a confused look. As usual they didn’t react in the slightest, although she did imagine they felt much the same way she did. It was common for ponies to be nervous when they came before her, but for one to literally run away was nearly unheard of.

“Well then… Next petitioner?” Celestia said.

Another pony, a white unicorn, trotted in. He looked nervous as well, but he marched up to the base of the throne with only slight hesitation. He stopped and sank into a low bow before her.

“Rise,” Celestia said. “What did you wish to request of me?”

“Well…” he paused and cleared his throat, a blush on his face. “Um, I was asked to deliver a message.”

Celestia gave a slight frown. “You are a diplomat? Or a courier?”

“No, nothing like that,” he said. “Well, sort of, but it’s not my real job. Um, would you like to hear the message now?”

“I suppose.”

“Um… Okay, here it is.” He cleared his throat and stood up a bit straighter. “I may not know you personally, but I would like to know you intimately. I can make a hundred kinds of pie, but if I could only have one in the whole world, it’d be the one between your legs.”

Celestia’s jaw dropped open, and the guards on either side of the pony actually turned to stare at him, aghast looks on their faces. The stallion quivered under her stare and lowered himself, almost pressing his nose to the floor.

“I-it’s not mine!” he whimpered. “Somepony wanted me to deliver it, and bribed me with cupcakes! I didn’t want to, but they were just so good that I’d feel horrible if I let her down!”

“That will be all,” Celestia said, looking a bit troubled. Her face felt warm as she recited the message in her mind, even as the pony who’d delivered it ran back through the throne room doors.

She now had a suspicion about why the first pony had run away without speaking, but she couldn’t be certain. In any case, once she was sure she wasn’t blushing, she told the guards to send in the next petitioner.

This one was a lilac pegasus that looked just as afraid as the other two ponies. Celestia suppressed a sigh, deciding to give the pony the benefit of the doubt despite the obvious tells.

“What did you wish to discuss with me?” Celestia asked.

“Um… I have a message, actually,” she said.

It could be a legitimate one this time. “And what is your message?”

“I may not have gold, but I do have sugar, and wanna s-see you drink it all n-night long,” the pony said, trembling and staring at the floor as she spoke.

This time Celestia was more irritated than embarrassed. “Very well, you may go.”

The pony needed no further encouragement and turned tail to flee, just as the other two had.

“Er, Princess?” one of the guards asked. “Do you want us to…?”

“Next petitioner,” she said, keeping her voice level.

Unfortunately, the same thing happened with that pony, and the next, and the one after. Every single pony she spoke with had another raunchy poem, usually somehow related to baking, that they had apparently been asked to deliver to her. By the time the tenth pony was fleeing her presence, Celestia was fuming and the throne room was feeling uncomfortably warm.

“Next petitioner,” she said, her voice low and hard. The doors opened again, and she could see an entire line of ponies stretching all the way down the hall and around the corner toward the entrance of the castle.

The next pony trotted in, a black stallion that she vaguely recognized from one of her visits to Ponyville. “Er, I have a message,” he said.

“Oh for the love of—” Celestia scowled and her horn flared with magic. “IS THERE A SINGLE PONY HERE TODAY THAT ISN’T DELIVERING INNUENDO-FILLED POETRY FROM PINKIE PIE?”

As the sound of her magically enhanced voice faded, she could see the ponies outside exchange nervous looks, but none of them spoke up.

Gritting her teeth, Celestia forced her voice back to a normal volume. “Day Court has been canceled for the rest of the day,” she said, standing up. The ponies outside were quick to run for the front door of the castle, the bemused guards making no attempt to stop them.

“Guards, I will be having lunch early,” Celestia said. “Please inform the griffin ambassador that he may dine with me in lieu of our prior arrangement.”

The guards saluted her as she passed by and through the throne room doors. It was only when the doors closed behind her that she heard the muffled sound of a dozen guards breaking down in hysterical laughter.

Celestia was helping herself to her favorite lunch in the royal dining room: a plate of pasta and garlic bread on the side. Not quite the luxury meal one might expect, but sometimes she tired of gourmet cuisine on a constant basis.

Across from her, the griffon ambassador, Aparctias, was eating his own meal, which consisted entirely of a barely cooked steak that she’d had prepared specifically for him. Privately, while Celestia had no problem with carnivorous species, she was thankful that the table was wide enough that she couldn’t smell the meat.

“This is a fine steak,” the ambassador said, after swallowing a bite. Celestia mentally winced at the blood she could see on his beak, but he wiped it away a moment later. “It is rare for a pony chef to be able to cook meat so well.”

“It was prepared by a griffin, actually,” Celestia said, taking a bite of her pasta. “I often entertain carnivorous or omnivorous guests, so I thought it would be prudent to have a griffin chef on my staff.”

“Ah, I see,” he said. “Treating him as an equal, I hope?”

Celestia felt a twinge of annoyance at the implication. “Of course. Equal pay to my pony chefs, and the same benefits. We do not discriminate based on species.”

“That is good to hear,” Aparctias said with a nod. “But let’s cut to the chase. The Griffin Empire wishes to discuss the gemstone trade with you.”

“The gemstone trade,” Celestia said, a slight frown on her face. “I wasn’t aware of any issues there.”

“There weren’t any until recently,” Aparctias said. “They are a resource that ponies have in abundance, and yet the price has been rising steadily for months now. We tolerated this for a time, but this is a trend that is not improving and frankly there is no reasonable reason why this is happening.”

“That’s odd,” Celestia said. “You said ‘reasonable reason.’ Do you know something?”

“Yes,” he said. “I am loathe to admit it, but our people are not particularly savvy traders. We fear that some of your citizens are taking advantage of this and are artificially inflating prices when doing business with us. While we respect the rights of ponies to sell at their own prices, this sort of practice is quite frankly unethical and is taking place at our expense.”

“It does seem rather… troubling,” Celestia said. Particularly since none of the extra revenue ends up in the treasury. “You are certain this is the reason?”

“As certain as we can be without a thorough investigation on Equestrian soil,” the ambassador said. “Can we trust you to look into this?”

“Yes, I will see what I can do,” Celestia said. Marvelous. I love arguing with laissez-faire economists.

“Excellent,” Aparctias said. “I hope we can resolve the issue without any further difficulty.”

Celestia's head turned at the sound of the kitchen doors opening, and watched as two chefs walked in, carrying a layered cake with white frosting. Celestia watched with anticipation as they gently set it down on the table, cutting her a large slice and placing it on a plate for her.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile. The two ponies bowed to her and left.

“Would you like a slice, Ambassador?” Celestia asked.

“No, thank you,” he said. “However, there is one further issue to discuss. There has recently been—”

Before he could finish, the top of the cake erupted, splattering icing and cake-shrapnel all over Celestia, Aparctias, and the table. Both of them gave outraged cries, and Celestia quickly dabbed at her eyes with a napkin so that she could see.

She was not happy to see that Pinkie Pie, coated head-to-tail in frosting, was grinning down at her from the cake she had apparently been hiding in. “Hi again, Princess!” she said. “Didya like my poems from earlier?”

“What is the meaning of this?” the ambassador demanded. “Do you know this pony?”

“Yes, I do,” Celestia said through gritted teeth, the temperature in the room rising with her anger.

“Then why is she hiding in a cake?” he asked, struggling to remove all the frosting from his feathers.

“That is a very good question,” Celestia said, staring at Pinkie with no small amount of displeasure on her face.

“Oh, I just wanted to make sure you liked your cake!” Pinkie said. “I helped the chefs make it, and it was awesome!”

“And you hid inside it why?” Celestia asked, looking more and more furious with each passing second.

“I wanted it to be a surprise!” Pinkie said, completely oblivious to the princess’ anger. “Were you surprised?”

“This is outrageous!” Aparctias shouted. “I insist that you have this pony removed at once!”

“But I just wanna watch the princess taste my frosting!” Pinkie said innocently.

“Pinkie Pie,” Celestia said, her voice low and hard. “I. Am. Busy.”

“Oh,” Pinkie said, her face falling. “Okay. I’ll just come back later.”

“Actually, I think...” She trailed off as Pinkie lowered herself back into the cake, and when Celestia stood up to look down into it, the pink pony was nowhere to be found.

She sighed, then looked over at the griffin ambassador, who was still trying in vain to remove all the white frosting from his feathers.

He did not look pleased.

After trying for over an hour to calm the ambassador down, he had left in a huff to clean himself off, leaving a thoroughly embarrassed and incensed Celestia behind. The cleaning staff had been quite confused at the sight of the enormous mess Pinkie had left behind, but Celestia offered no answers as she marched back to the throne room.

She spent the next few hours meeting with noble ponies, none of whom had any ‘messages’ for her, thankfully, and had a rather quiet dinner with Luna afterwards. That could have easily been an uncomfortable situation, but either Luna was convinced that she’d hallucinated Pinkie’s request earlier, or was staying away from the issue entirely. Either way, it worked for Celestia.

After wishing Luna a good night, Celestia returned to her chambers. She noted with some displeasure that her guards were still missing, probably still chasing after Pinkie Pie, but she simply closed the door behind her rather than worry about it at the moment. She walked out onto her balcony, making sure that Pinkie wasn’t lurking in some shady corner, before facing the horizon and closing her eyes.

Her horn glowed and she took hold of the sun with her magic. Normally she would have taken her time, but at this point she simply wanted the day to be over as soon as possible. The sun sank beneath the horizon rather abruptly, and Celestia opened her eyes to see Luna’s moon gracefully rising to take its place.

Celestia watched for a few moments before turning around, then sighed when she saw that Pinkie Pie had been standing behind her. Something was off, however. The pink pony was refusing to look at her and her shoulders were slumped. It was enough to give Celestia pause.

“Princess?” Pinkie asked, still not looking up. “Are you mad at me?”

Celestia had to literally bite her tongue to stop herself from giving a scathing answer to that. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before replying. “Not angry. Just annoyed,” she said. “I do wish you knew how to take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“I’m sorry,” Pinkie said, looking up at her. Her eyes were a bit watery, and it was enough to soften Celestia’s mood a bit. “I know I was being forward and all, but I didn’t mean to ruin your day.”

Pinkie did seem remorseful, so Celestia tried to look understanding. “You didn’t,” she said. “Well, not completely. It was certainly… eventful.” She frowned. “But I am wondering why you were so persistent. Do you truly find me that attractive?”

“Well, yes and no,” Pinkie said, looking thoughtful. “I mean, you’re super hot. I like big ponies, and you’ve got the best flank ever.”

Celestia blushed. She’d had lovers before, but none of them had been so… blunt with her. She wouldn’t admit it, but getting an honest, straightforward compliment like that had her feeling just a little bit giddy.

“But the truth is, I kinda made a bet,” Pinkie said.

“A bet,” Celestia said, her expression going blank.

“Yeah. With Rainbow,” Pinkie said, looking away in embarrassment. “But it was a dumb idea anyway, and I understand if you’re not interested. Sorry I didn’t figure that out sooner. I’ll just… go.”

Pinkie turned and began walking away, and Celestia bit her lower lip. “Hold on,” she said, causing Pinkie to pause and look back at her. “This bet… What are the details, exactly?”

“Well, I was supposed to convince you to do it with me, and if you were good at it, Rainbow would win, and if you weren’t that good, I would win.” Pinkie said, looking slightly ashamed of herself.

“Really.”

“Did I mention how sorry I am?” Pinkie said, with a rather forced smile.

“And why, pray tell, do you suppose I wouldn’t be a good bedmate?”

“Well, I thought because ponies are so shy around you that nopony would be brave enough to ask, so you probably didn’t have all that much practice. Rainbow said that you’d be super good at it, because you’ve been around so long that you’ve probably had a lot of it and invented a few positions along the way.”

Celestia huffed. “I told you that I was busy today, not that I lack a sex drive.”

“Huh?” Pinkie asked, tilting her head.

“Yes, I’ve had sex, quite a few times in fact, and I would certainly say that I’m good at it,” Celestia said, looking a bit miffed.

“Oh, well… I guess Dashie won then,” Pinkie said. “Least you’re not mad at me anymore, right?”

“That depends,” Celestia said. “I don’t normally involve myself in the personal lives of my subjects, but I think in this instance, I can make an exception.”

“Exception?” Pinkie asked. “You mean…?”

“I have a point to prove, and my work for the day is done,” Celestia said. “If you’re still willing…”

Pinkie beamed at her and darted forward, wrapping her hooves around Celestia’s neck in a hug. “You’re the best, Princess!”

Celestia smirked to herself before channeling magic into her horn, surrounding Pinkie Pie with her golden aura. She lifted the pony up and trotted into her chambers, Pinkie trailing along behind her. She made her way over to her queen-sized bed, lined with purple silk sheets, and dropped Pinkie on it, who beamed up at her.

“What are we gonna do, Princess?” Pinkie asked.

Celestia paused. “It wouldn’t do to ruin the surprise,” she said.

Pinkie thought about that for a moment and grinned. “I like surprises!”

“How nice,” Celestia said, removing her regalia and setting it aside before climbing up onto the bed.

Pinkie placed her head on the pillow and spread her hind legs wide, exposing her soft, puffy marehood to Celestia. Pinkie wasn’t wet yet, but there was already a slight, dark flush to her outer lips that made Celestia feel just a little predatory.

“So, how do you wanna—WHOA!” Pinkie squealed.

Celestia smirked as the pink pony trembled, a quiet hum filling the room as a golden magical aura covered Pinkie’s marehood. Celestia delicately manipulated the field, imitating stroking motions along with a subtle vibration.

“W-wow!” Pinkie huffed, her face already turning red.

Celestia watched intently, intrigued by Pinkie’s reactions. Her lovers had always been reserved around her, even in the throes of passion. She had long since accepted that regardless of the level of intimacy, there was simply no getting around the fact that she was a princess and that ponies were intimidated by her.

However, Pinkie seemed to have no such issue. She was moaning and writhing as Celestia rubbed her folds, not an ounce of restraint in her. And, quite honestly, Celestia found that to be incredibly hot.

Glistening traces of Pinkie’s arousal were already appearing, forming a thin layer on her pussy lips. Celestia was quick to smear it around with her magic, producing a low squishing sound as she coated Pinkie’s marehood thoroughly.

Celestia was panting a little at the sight, squirming as she felt a warm, almost tingly sensation building between her hind legs. She began grinding her pussy against the slowly dampening sheet beneath her for relief, her face growing hot as her blush intensified. She found herself unable to remove her eyes from Pinkie’s writhing, moaning body.

With Pinkie thoroughly distracted by her ministrations, Celestia took the time to look her over. Pinkie was a healthy mare, but ever so slightly on the pudgy side, no doubt because of her sweet tooth. Her flanks were quite generous as well, though surprisingly firm despite their overall size. Overall, Celestia thought the pink pony looked downright delectable, especially while she was squirming under her touch.

Unable to bear it any longer, Celestia stood and crawled her way up Pinkie’s body, rubbing her belly against Pinkie’s as she did. The pink pony opened her eyes just in time to see Celestia looming over her, an almost feral look on her face. The Princess placed her hooves on either side of Pinkie’s shoulders and swooped in, planting her lips against Pinkie’s in a fiery kiss.

Pinkie’s lips were soft, inviting a gentle touch, but Celestia had no qualms about prying Pinkie’s mouth open and thrusting her tongue inside, exploring it with vigor. There was a distinct sweet taste to Pinkie, a bit like icing, and Celestia could feel puffs of warm air against her muzzle as Pinkie breathed erratically through her nose. Celestia deepened the kiss, roughly shoving her tongue further inside as if she were trying to get it all the way down Pinkie’s throat.

Pinkie moaned into their open-mouthed kiss, and Celestia felt her lift her hooves and begin stroking her sides. Pinkie’s tongue brushed against hers, eagerly playing with it. Celesia took it as a challenge and lashed her tongue harder, pinning Pinkie’s against the roof of her own mouth in a show of dominance that had the pony trembling against her.

Pinkie started to push back, trying to regain control of her own mouth, but Celestia responded by grinding her hips, rubbing her pussy against Pinkie’s and causing them both to moan into their kiss. Pinkie tensed and her hooves momentarily dug into Celestia’s hide before she relaxed.

Pinkie ground back against her, causing Celestia to shiver at the electrifying pleasure it sent through her body. However, she was determined to force Pinkie into submission, and she fed more magic into her horn and began extending her magical field into Pinkie’s pussy, pressing it hard against her inner walls and spreading her open.

“Mfffph!” Pinkie squealed, her hips bucking in response. Celestia smirked against her lips before pulling back, her face flushed as she panted for breath, tongue hanging out of her mouth. As she caught Pinkie’s half-lidded blue eyes, Celestia abruptly shoved her magic deeper, causing Pinkie’s eyes to close as her back arched, pressing her belly hard against Celestia’s.

Pinkie tilted her head back, exposing her neck to Celestia. She gave a low growl and moved in, planting a firm kiss on the fur there, already slightly damp with sweat. Pinkie turned her head to give Celestia better access, and she proceeded to lick and kiss all over that side of Pinkie’s neck, feeling the pony’s quickening pulse against her lips.

Even Pinkie’s sweat tasted sweet, though not as much as her mouth. It had Celestia hungry for more, and she started sucking and nibbling at her neck instead, leaving marks as she continued to stroke Pinkie’s insides with her magic, keeping the pony utterly paralyzed by the pleasure.

Celestia pulled her head back at the same moment she applied a vibrating layer of magic to Pinkie’s clit. Pinkie screamed in delight as Celestia gave the tiny nub a firm rub, causing the princess to give a triumphant smile. She moved her muzzle to the other side of Pinkie’s neck, sucking and kissing the skin there and marking the pony as hers.

Pinkie was almost melting beneath her, babbling incoherently between her sighs and moans. She kept trying to squirm from the pleasure, but Celestia was keeping her pinned beneath her, holding her steady and leaving her fully at Celestia’s mercy.

“Oooh, Princess!” Pinkie moaned, throwing her head back as Celestia continued to ravage her neck. “I’m gonna…!”

“Do it,” Celestia said, moving her hooves to pin Pinkie’s shoulders as she stared down at her face. “Cum for me. Scream for me!”

Pinkie’s babbling gave way to a loud squeal as her entire body shook, and Celestia felt something warm spurt against her marehood. She growled and kissed Pinkie again, more firmly than last time, again tasting that lingering sweetness as she allowed the pony to scream into her mouth. Her entire body quivered and writhed against Celestia, who was delighting in every moment of the frenzied reactions.

Eventually, Pinkie’s moaning gave way to a series of weak whimpers, and Celestia slowed the pace of her magic dildo until it was thrusting into Pinkie almost delicately, bringing her down from her incredible high. Pinkie looked to be in a daze, but Celestia’s own needs were very much unattended to and she had no intention of waiting any longer.

She lifted herself up and shifted to sit her rump on Pinkie’s chest, causing her to look up at her. Without warning Celestia bucked her hips forward, shoving her sopping wet pussy against Pinkie’s face. Celestia gave a groan of satisfaction as she felt Pinkie’s tongue obediently lapping at her lips, sending tingles up Celestia’s spine. She rewarded her by widening her magical field, forcing Pinkie’s pussy open wider and increasing the rate of her thrusting.

Pinkie gave a grunt and stepped up her efforts, her tongue tracing Celestia’s vulva eagerly until it was roughly shoved inside. Celestia gasped as she felt that long, muscular organ writhing inside her, and she involuntarily bucked her hips a few times.

Pinkie began thrusting her tongue in and out, eager to keep up with the pace that Celestia had set. Celestia grunted at the feeling and grabbed Pinkie’s head, forcing her in deeper as she ground her hips against her face, desperate to get her tongue deeper inside. She was hardly able to maintain her focus on the magic despite her millennia of practice.

Pinkie responded by working her tongue all the harder and placing her hooves on Celestia’s large flanks, rubbing in urgent circular motions that had the princess moaning and squirming. Pinkie was being rough, just as Celestia liked, but she wasn’t crude by any means. She was stroking Celestia’s inner walls with enthusiasm, seeming to relish in the taste of her fluids. Whenever Celestia opened her eyes and looked down, she would see Pinkie looking up at her with a sultry expression, followed by a noisy gulp and a renewed effort to pleasure her.

It was enough to drive Celestia wild, and she lost all of her usual composure as she bucked and grinded against Pinkie’s eager face, smearing her juices into Pinkie’s fur as her moans reached a fevered pitch, that intense pressure between her legs building all the way to her peak.

She threw her head back and gave a delighted moan as she came, clenching hard around Pinkie’s tongue as she spurted her fluids all over Pinkie’s muzzle. The pink pony gave a muffled groan of approval as she lapped up the juices, swallowing them down with vigor and trying desperately to savor every last drop.

Celestia’s orgasm was brief but intense, and she was trembling against Pinkie as the aftershocks raced through her body, eliciting further small gasps and moans from her.

“How does it taste, Pinkie?” Celestia asked, her voice a low, sultry growl as she looked down at the pony pinned beneath her.

“Yummy!” Pinkie said, licking her soaked lips rather visibly. Her muzzle was coated with Celestia’s cum, much to the princess’ satisfaction, and she didn’t seem to mind at all. She was also still giving out cute little moans every so often, the result of the magical dildo still thrusting into her, and Celestia decided that Pinkie deserved a reward.

She increased the pace again, thrusting the dildo harder and causing Pinkie to give a fresh moan. Celestia intently watched her face, heavily flushed from her persistent arousal, delighting in every second as she watched the pony helplessly give in to the pleasure.

With a thought the princess expanded her magic again, wrapping it around Pinkie’s clit, and at the same time she prodded at where she knew her G-spot to be, flooding Pinkie’s body with complete and utter ecstasy.

Pinkie screamed in pure delight as Celestia drove her to her second orgasm. She spasmed wildly, and Celestia moved in to bite down on Pinkie’s ear and roughly held her down with her hooves, feeling each one of the convulsions as the waves of Pinkie’s orgasm raced through her body.

The sight of Pinkie’s orgasm caused Celestia to realize that she was still thoroughly unsatisfied. She eased the pace of her magical dildo for a moment, steadily bringing Pinkie back down to earth. The moment Pinkie opened her eyes again, Celestia stood up, then lay down on her back directly in front of Pinkie.

Without a word, Celestia wiggled her way forward, mashing her sopping wet pussy against Pinkie’s and intertwining their hind legs. Celestia moaned right along with Pinkie as they connected, feeling her soft marehood pressing against hers, incredibly warm and utterly drenched in her arousal. Celestia started grinding her hips, eliciting another shared moan from the two of them, and when Pinkie followed suit by moving her own hips it only got better.

Celestia concentrated again and expanded the magical field inside Pinkie lengthwise, extending it until she gasped softly as she felt a warm tingling sensation press against her pussy. Without hesitation Celestia pushed it in further, tossing her head back and moaning as she felt her magic sink into her, filling her up inch by inch. It wasn’t quite the same as being penetrated by a stallion, but it felt nearly as good and further deepened the connection between the two mares.

With both mares now completely filled by Celestia’s magic, the field began vibrating, causing them to moan in unison. They began grinding against each other harder in response, their legs locked together as they played off one another’s motions.

“P-princess,” Pinkie said. “C-can you make more of those?”

“The magic fields?” Celestia asked, between her own pants.

“Yeah!” Pinkie said, punctuating it with a firm buck of her hips. “I wanna be full!”

Celestia’s horn glowed brighter, and Pinkie gave a muffled cry as her mouth was spread open and quickly filled by another tingly, golden aura. Her ass was next, a thin tendril of magic pressing deep inside and thrusting in and out.

Now filled in all three holes, Pinkie’s eyes closed as she writhed and bucked all the harder, earning a fresh grunt from Celestia as she arched her back, shifting her weight to her shoulders. Determined not to be outdone, Celestia stepped up her own efforts, thrusting each one of the dildos in and out of Pinkie a frantic pace, forcing Pinkie closer and closer to yet another orgasm.

Without warning Celestia doubled the width of the dildo in Pinkie’s rear, causing the pony to squeal and instantly climax as she was stretched ever wider. Celestia felt the warm juices coating her own pussy, and gave a satisfied groan as Pinkie bucked against her all the harder.

Pinkie’s motions became feeble as her orgasm ended. She looked utterly exhausted, her fur damp with sweat and marecum, but Celestia wasn’t done. She didn’t slow down for even a moment, and Pinkie continued to moan helplessly around the dildo thrusting into her muzzle at the same relentless pace.

Celestia felt her second climax building up, and she knew it would be even better than the first. She doubled the size of the dildos again, forcing her pussy wider and causing her to moan along with Pinkie. She fed more magic into the spell, increasing the intensity of the vibrations and making her writhe as her body was flooded by the sheer ecstasy.

She screamed in utter delight as her orgasm hit hard a moment later, right along with Pinkie. The two mares bucked against each other urgently, wildly mashing their pussy lips together in a desperate attempt to milk their mutual climax for all it was worth, both feeling the warmth of the other’s juices as they mixed together.

Celestia’s rampant lust gave way to a cool, lasting relief as the orgasm finally faded, leaving her exhausted and damp with sweat. She cut the flow of her magic and felt the magic dildo disappear from inside her, leaving her with widely spread lips that were still oozing the remains of her arousal.

Celestia shifted back, then moved to lie on her side next to Pinkie, who was in a complete daze after her four consecutive orgasms. Celestia couldn’t help but feel satisfaction at the state Pinkie was in. After all, the pink pony had bet against her, and she had thoroughly proved her wrong.

“So, Pinkie,” Celestia said. “How did I compare to your expectations?”

“Soooo good,” Pinkie moaned, her body totally limp.

Celestia chuckled at that. “So I see,” she said.

The two lay there for a while, simply basking in their afterglow. Their lovemaking had left them both splattered with each other’s juices, to say nothing of the ruined sheets, but Celestia was content nonetheless.

“Incidentally, what were the stakes for that bet?” Celestia asked.

“One bit,” Pinkie said.

Celestia blinked. “Truly?”

“Yup!” Pinkie said, turning her head to look into Celestia’s eyes. “It wasn’t really about the money though, we just wanted to know who was right.” Pinkie grinned at her. “Besides, that was totally the best bit I ever spent.”