Blake stared at Celestia’s reflection, standing at attention towards the back of the room. He had a cloth folded carefully over his left arm, and was trying to keep as unobtrusive as possible. A veritable cavalcade of diplomats had come and gone, and it was finally time for Celestia to wind down for the night.

“You are usually silent,” Celestia said calmly, staring at his reflection in turn. She had been staring out the window for the last half-hour, watching the headlights of traffic down belong. For a creature raised in a world without electricity, seeing the city lights and just traffic eking along the highways must have been quite the spectacle.

“Don’t have much to say,” Blake responded carefully, bowing his head at the alicorn respectfully.

Celestia smiled at his reflection, and then turned to look at him over her shoulder, eyes narrowing. “Oh, I very much doubt that. You always have insights. You have many things to say but never want to give voice to them.”

Blake grimaced. “Well, I find the whole diplomatic stuff tedious, to be frank. They take so long and think so carefully about their words. It’s so…”

“Fake?” Celestia asked with a soft giggle.

“Fake, yes,” Blake responded with a short nod. “My father always said that someone who has to think about what they say before they say it says too many lies.”

“Well your father hardly has to deal with nobles who are as sensitive as country leaders,” Celestia said with a long sigh.

“Oh, there’s certainly that, too,” Blake admitted with a smile.

“I sense some hesitance from you,” Celestia stated.

“Oh? No hesitance here.”

“There definitely is, you’re very… formal tonight.” Celestia hummed, lifting a hoof to her muzzle thoughtfully, and then narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s as though you’re afraid I’ll devolve into the… harlot again, if you say the wrong thing.”

“Not… necessarily,” Blake said with the tiniest of strained laughs.

“Oh-ho, I should hire some delivery ponies, because there’s a loaded sentence that requires some unpacking,” Celestia tittered. “What exactly are you afraid of?”

“Well, I love the flirty you, don’t get me wrong. But I’m… I’m just a man, princess,” Blake said, bowing his head at her respectfully. “And if you start doing that again… I’m going to… uh…”

“Break some diplomatic boundaries?” Celestia asked, her expression far more predatory than Blake thought would be possible.

“That would be putting it lightly,” Blake responded dryly. “And I’m not… I’m terrified of you sending me away for offending you.”

“Well, I can hardly give you carte blanche to offend me, and give you guaranteed outcomes, then there would be no risk, and no excitement. There would be no hesitation on your part if you were guaranteed of your outcome, and the constant back and forth so evident on your features is… appealing to me.”

“You are one twisted princess,” Blake said with a soft chuckle.

Celestia shook her head firmly. “I have been seduced by noblestallions and ruffians alike, but it was always I who were exulting in the taboo. It was always I who were giving up my royal aura to ‘slum’ it and frolic with the ponies under me. And I enjoyed it, yes, but that was always the end of their goal. That was their objective in seducing me. But never before…” Celestia trailed off, frowning, and Blake knew she was searching for the right words.

“Is it because I’m human?” Blake asked blankly.

“In part, yes,” Celestia said with brutal honesty. “But it is also that you are taking a risk. Not taking the risk of my objection, but the risk of becoming a social outcast among your own species. All my previous suitors were… suitable,” Celestia said with a short giggle at her wordplay. “But they were also taking very few risks. Being turned down by a princess is hardly exceptional. Even the royal guards who had designs on me only risked being ousted from the guard. Not becoming a pariah. Not an example of degeneracy.”

“I hadn’t even… thought of that,” Blake said, frowning to himself. “But a human caught with a pony. Oof, the tabloids would have a field day, my name would be dragged through the mud.”

Celestia rounded on him, and stalked over closer, eyes narrowed and hungry. “Yes, exactly. You flirt with your destruction. You are compelled towards the risk of earning my ire even though it could destroy you in ways most profound.”

“You are really really giving me a soft-sell right now,” Blake said with a weak chuckle.

Celestia stepped closer, and Blake could feel her looming over him. With her horn and mane, standing at her full height, she was so much taller than him. “And despite all of that, despite all of the things stacked against you, you still want to fuck me anyway,” she said with the most wicked of giggles.

Blake gave a rueful smile, and then lifted a hand to lightly rest on her nose, causing the princess to go cross-eyed for a moment. “I could say the same for you,” he stated. “What would your ponies back home think of you screwing a human?”

“They wouldn’t know, and whom a princess does in her spare time is not something my ponies would think on for too great a time. Perhaps it is due to the disparate nature of the species in Equestria, but we hardly look at interspecies relationships as darkly as your kind evidently does.”

“And how do you know this, hmm? Who told you all this?”

“You,” Celestia said bluntly, smiling at him with intent, narrowed eyes. “Your body language, your responses, your hesitance. That, and I learned to read English before coming here and I read some of the comments left under those pictures you showed me at your house.”

Blake cringed slightly, before composing himself. “How… did you learn all of English?”

“You think it an accident we speak the same language? Your english is… strange, and a very different dialect. But, still, learning it was not too hard, except for some of the idioms I still do not understand, rooted, no doubt, in your barbaric culture. It is very interesting though, that I can trace the etymology of many of our shared words through events that must have happened on both of our planes of existence.”

“Again, but slower?” Blake pleaded.

Celestia narrowed her eyes at him intently, and her elegant tail gave an agitated flick. “I told you, you do not need to appear dumb to placate me. I am hardly intimidated by your intelligence.”

“But I am by yours,” Blake said with a chuckle, and then squeaked slightly, leaning back as she leaned closer to him, her large head almost bumping against his own. “And your size.”

“You are small,” Celestia stated simply, smiling and brushing her lips against his nose for a moment. “But not displeasingly so. In fact, I would wager that I could-”

“Stuff my entire cock in your muzzle without gagging?” Blake quickly finished the sentence for her, arching an eyebrow expectantly.

Celestia drew back with a scandalised expression, raising herself up to her impressive height and touching her chest with a hoof in a ‘sincerity’ pose. “I was going to say ‘bear your entire weight on my back with little issue’ but your filthy human mind ousts itself once more!”

Blake pursed his lips at her dubiously.

Celestia stared at him, and then shook her head firmly. “I assure you, I was not!” she protested, before leaning in close once more, leaning past him to let her soft lips delicately brush against his ear, so she could whisper: “I’ve had a thousand years to practise… I no longer gag at all.”

Blake gave a shiver and then a nervous laugh at that. “I don’t think you’d have that much practise at… that. I’d wager most of your sex is missioniary style with the lights off for the sake of pro-creation.”

“That is… incredibly specific,” Celestia said, caught off-guard. “Is that something you wish to do with me?”

Blake blinked. “Oh, no, that’s uh, that’s how we humans describe really vanilla sex, the kind done by religious people who are ashamed of sex or whatever.”

“Oh so you think us ponies are vanilla?” Celestia asked, her eyes narrowing slowly.

Blake shifted uneasily. “Not… ponies. Just… princesses.”

Celestia’s eyes flashed, and she loomed over Blake, her wings giving an irritated flutter. “Why, some might view that as a challenge.”

“Some certainly might,” Blake said, straightening up himself and swallowing thickly, very aware of how the princess was staring at him. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to be flirty and I think-”

“In the bedroom, now,” Celestia stated flatly, lifting a hoof and pointing with it towards the adjoining room.

Blake paled. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Now.” Celestia reiterated.

Swallowing heavily, Blake carefully took the cloth off his arm and placed it on the serving tray, and under Celestia’s glare, he carefully made his way to the adjoining room.

This was one room he was not familiar wit. It was clearly a regular hotel room, but much of the furniture had been removed and even the bed had been replaced, taken out in favour of a ground-level ‘nest’ type circular mattress with thick, heavy padding and many cushions strewn around. A privacy curtain was pulled across the other part of the room, where the kitchen area and bathroom were, which were all a little too small for an alicorn to comfortably use.

Blake turned around, and immediately took a step backwards as he found Celestia positively prowling directly behind him, her head lowered and ears flattened back, pink eyes narrowed at him intently. She kicked the door closed behind her with a deft motion of her hoof, closing it with such force that he just about felt the walls shake.

“Disrobe.”

“What?” Blake asked blankly.

“Dis. Robe.” Celestia repeated, biting off each syllable.

Blake fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, starting to undo them, while Celestia stared on impatiently.

“You are lucky your kind is so adverse to our magics, or I would tear your clothes from your body and make you walk back downstairs as naked as I… perhaps I should add that to my diplomatic standards,” Celestia added with a dark little chuckle, watching him intently all the while.

Blake gave a slightly nervous chuckle, and undid his shirt, before fumbling with his belt, managing to get it undone, followed by the button and the zipper at his front, before pausing uncertainly.

“Did I command you to cease?” Celestia demanded with a growl, advancing on him butting her nose against his chest, her horn coming close to poking him in the chin.

“S-sorry princess!” Blake stammered, struggling out of his shirt.

Celestia evidently felt that he was taking too long with his pants, because one of her hoofs caught the side of them, and tugged them down over his hips, revealing his boxers to her. She pulled them down towards his ankles, smirking up at him all the while, until her hoof pulled them all the way to his foot and then deliberately tried to tug them off him.

Blake had to lift one foot to do so, and the instant he did, a shock of pain ripped through his ankle, and it refused to hold his weight, and he collapsed backwards with a cry, quickly followed by a cry of concern from the princess.

“Blake! Are you okay?” Celestia asked, concerned, standing over him, watching him writhe in pain. “Your hoof! I forgot!” she whimpered, carefully lifting a hoof to try and touch his shoulder. “Need I call for assistance?!”

“No! N-no!” Blake hissed, terrified of the thought of being found half-naked in the princess’ quarters. He lifted his bad leg up, bringing that knee to his chest and holding it, inhaling deeply and rolling back and forth, trying to catch his breath. “J-just… give me a second.”

“I am so sorry,” Celestia said, her eyes wide and sincere. “I… I shouldn’t have been so forceful.”

Blake exhaled slowly as the lancing pain in his foot started to fade, and he sat up carefully to take stock of where he was. He was on the floor in Celestia’s room, a few feet from her nest of cushions, no doubt already manifesting an imprint of carpet all up his shoulder blades by now. “No, it’s fine,” he soothed, peering up at her. The haughty, angry, forceful princess had evaporated in an instant, and a scared-looking alicorn teenager was in her place. “I’m fine. I’m fine. Just don’t ask me to dance for you,” he said with a brave attempt at a weak laugh. He reached out and grasped one of the princess’ pillows, dragging it closer to stuff under his back so he could sit up easier.

Frowning deeply, Celestia stared at him, pursing her lips in uncertainty. “Are you certain?”

“I’m certain,” Blake assured, pulling himself into a better seated position, and staring at the princess, licking his lips nervously for a moment. “So uh… where were we?”

Celestia stared down at him, her expression showing an instant of hesitation. “I was ord-...” Pink eyes flicked up to catch his own, judging him, and her eyes narrowed in scrutiny. “You were taking off your pants for me.”

“Right, right,” Blake responded, reaching a hand down to his middle to hook a thumb in the front of his boxers, carefully pulling them away from his skin, watching with interest as the motion drew Celestia’s gaze. It was quite evident that she couldn’t look away, and he bit his bottom lip, before letting the band of his boxers snap back against his belly.

Celestia’s eyes narrowed down at him slowly, and the very edges of her wings shifted, the feathers spreading in a slow flare, a faint noise of annoying building in her throat.

“O-okay, geeze, fine!” Blake quickly relented, hooking both thumbs in his boxers and pushing them down lest he incur the princess’ wrath, his semi-hard cock bouncing free and then thudding against the bottom of his own stomach.

A low, pleased growl rolled up out of the princess’ throat, and she took a step backwards so she could gaze down upon him, her eyes trailing down over her form before fixing on his growing cock. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Not yet,” Blake said with a weak chuckle.

Celestia carefully arranged her hooves, and Blake saw her give his bad foot a consciously wide berth, stepping in a slow crescent until she could drop down onto her belly beside him. Her nose came to rest right against his hip, letting him feel just how heavy her comparatively large head was against him, while pretty pink eyes gazed up at him coquettishly.

“Is this… is this some kind of pony mating ritual? I am unimpressed,” Blake said with an attempt at a laugh to soften his words.

“Unimpressed?” Celestia simpered, eyes fixing him with a stare that looked straight through him. “Or disappointed that I didn’t immediately start tonguing you like some desperate harlot?”

“I… I would never call you a desperate harlot,” Blake said, uncomfortably aware of each of Celestia’s soft exhales, her warm breath tickling across the side of his cock, making it twitch and stiffen all the more eagerly.

Celestia’s eyes flashed towards his cock as it twitched, but she brought them back to stare at him so quickly that he could almost convince himself that he had imagined it. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I… Fuck, okay, yes, I’m disappointed that you didn’t just st-a-ah!” Blake’s stuttering admission faded into a tremulous groan as Celestia tilted her head and then licked him, brushing her soft lips against the side of his erection and then dragging a long lick of her supple, velvety tongue from his mid-point al the way to his tip.

A wicked giggle left the princess as his cock throbbed to its full size, sitting stiff and urgent against his stomach as she carefully drew her lick off of his turgid tip, letting the soft curve of her tongue slather against him, contouring to the shape of the head of his cock and licking over a full half of it at the same time in a single stroke in a way no human woman’s tongue could ever achieve. It made Blake’s hips arch up off the floor until his foot twinged with the effort and he collapsed back with a gasp.

Celestia peered up at him, and Blake was prepared for another verbal jab, but she just lifted one of her powerful hooves up to delicately rest on his hip, holding him steady as she drew another lick across the length of his stiff cock. She curled her tongue nimbly around his tip, and lifted it with her surprisingly powerful tongue until the tension in his cock caused it to tug free of her grasp, slapping against his belly. “Not as thick as my kind,” Celestia hummed thoughtfully.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Blake asked heatedly, staring down at her.

“It means that my tongue will be more useful,” Celestia responded simply, staring up at him with intent pink eyes, a look of utter mischief crossing her features. “Less girth means less weight, and more room, so I can work unimpeded.”

“It sounds like you’re denigrating me,” Blake said, trying to keep the bitchiness out of his tone.

“Oh shush, trust you to find the one thing to complain about in princess fellatio!”

“You’ve done very little of the fellatio so f-f-fuuuck…” Blake was forced to trail off into a hissed groan as the princess drew him back up with her strong tongue, curling it around and lifting him upright, before she adjusted her stance and then sank down over his cock all the way. Soft lips and warm mouth consumed him utterly, all the way until her muzzle buried at the very base of his cock. She kissed around his base, holding him deeper in her muzzle than he thought would even be physically possible. Every last inch of his cock was buried in the warm, wet heat of her mouth, and her agile tongue was lazily curling back and forth against his underside.

Tilting her head very gently to the side, Celestia stared up at him, making sure to catch his eye before she deliberately spread her jaws and then extended her tongue out around the base of his cock. Her tongue slathered down against the top of his balls for a moment, but as she extended it, the length of her tongue in her muzzle slid over his tip and the underside of his cock, hitting pleasure points he didn’t even know he had. Blake’s hips tried to come up off the ground, but she held him firmly in place with her hoof, carefully swirling her tongue back and forth against him before withdrawing it, which just flicked the back of her tongue along his tip once more and made him throb wildly, stiffening to an angrily-pulsing, insistent erection right in her muzzle.

“H-holy f-fuck!” Blake stammered, one of his hands finding Celestia’s horn, the other grasping around her chin, his hips trying in vain to fight against the firm press of her hoof and grind up into her amazing mouth.

Celestia paused then, glowering up at him, one eye visible behind her mane, and it took Blake several long seconds to realise he was grasping her head and muzzle, before he suddenly snapped his hands back to his chest, holding them there tightly. “S-sorry!” he squeaked.

Mollified, Celestia turned her attention back to his cock, her gaze flicking back down to his pelvis as she lifted her muzzle up until half of his cock was no longer buried inside her, before she sank back down again, all the way to his very root, making sure to kiss her lips softly against his very, very base. And then she drew back up, and repeated the motion, very deliberately giving him five solid, slow bobs of her magnificent muzzle, her wispy, ethereal mane brushing against his hip all the while.

On the fifth bob, Celestia tilted her head, lifting up to the halfway point and holding there, and this time, her strong tongue swirled against him with a surprisingly powerful lick, curling against the sensitive head of his head in a wickedly sensuous laving, before she carefully altered the angle of her muzzle and tongue so that the next deliberate grind of tongue against him caught the entire other side of his stiffly-throbbing cock. And then she curled her tongue over him in a slow, firm anti-clockwise swirl, her tongue and muzzle so long that even with him half-way inside her beautiful mouth, she could still rotate her tongue around him again, and again, and again.

Blake’s good foot was pressed against the floor almost urgently, trying to press his hips up into the torturously talented muzzle, while he was clenching his closed fists so tightly against his chest to resist the urge to grab her head that his knuckles were turning white.

Smirking, Celestia delicately feathered his very tip with a flurry of firm licks, each of them earning a gasp and shudder from the human, before she dropped her muzzle back over him and started to nurse.

Blake’s resolve was crumbling rapidly, and his vision was getting hazy, finding it harder and harder with each passing moment to remember his injured foot and not just press both of them against the floor in a vague attempt to fuck the princess’ muzzle. He wasn’t even certain he would have been able to remember his own name in that instant, and when Celestia started to nurse on him, it got so much worse. Soft, velvety inner flesh drew close about him, and her tongue curled tight around his base in a half-twist, just increasing the amount of pressure she could get behind her nursing, while she gave soft, delicate swallows around him again and again, each of the soft motions causing the back of her tongue to rise and kiss against his tip in an utterly mind-bending sensation.

“Nnng f-fuck I’m g-gonna…” Blake managed to stammer out, his good heel grinding against the floor as he cock throbbed with urgent intensity in the wickedly wonderful prison of Celestia’s talented muzzle.

Celestia drew back immediately, the pressure, the friction, the gentle curl of her tongue, all ceased in an instant, and his cock slapped wetly against his belly, covered with her saliva from base to twitching tip. “Oh? A warning?” she asked, moving her hoof to lightly lift his cock, holding it steady in front of her muzzle so she could flick his tip with the lightest of licks, keeping him achingly hard and on the edge of release with perfect poise. “Does that mean, you wish me to stop?”

“NO!” Blake blurted, feeling his face flushing hot.

Celestia smirked at him wickedly.

“I m-mean, no, please. Don’t stop. I… I need to cum.”

Celestia arched an eyebrow, and gave him another light lick, giggling at the way he throbbed in response to her touch. “You can be more direct than that, I think.”

“I-I need you? To make me cum?” Blake offered hesitantly, earning himself a stern stare from the princess.

“Where, Blake?” Celestia asked, throwing him a hint, her eyes flashing with lustful mischief.

Blake swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly dry. The implication was clear.

“Y-you’re kinda putting me on the spot here!” Blake protested, feeling his heart yammering in his chest to match the urgent throb in his cock as Celestia gave him another stalling lick.

“I am giving you some leeway as you are clearly indisposed and incapable of higher though at present, but I could always just st-”

“I-inside! I need to make me cum… i-in your mouth…” Blake cut her off, feeling his face and cheeks flushing with warmth.

Celestia drew back, staring down at him, her eyes flashing triumphantly. “Yes… yes you do…” she purred, and then dove back down over him, burying herself right to his base in one smooth motion again.

The powerful hoof was back on his hip, and Blake gasped as Celestia seemed to come to some kind of decision to just make him blow as soon as possible, her sleek muzzle lifting up a little and an almost desperate, eager feathering of her tongue against his tip making him throb and jerk before she shoved her muzzle back down over him and nursed on him hungrily, only to draw back up and repeat the process!

Blake’s head fell back, and he bit his tongue, his hips tensing, the muscles of his stomach tightening up and both heels digging against the floor. The pain in his foot was completely forgotten as Celestia started to urgently nurse on him, holding him balls-deep in her perfect muzzle as she diligently suckled and swallowed around him, carefully timing her motions so that each urgent throb of his cock was met by another of her swallows, which just made him throb and stiffen all the harder!

“A-ah f-fuck!” Blake hissed to the ceiling, fists clenched tight against his chest as his hips overcame her grasp for just a moment and he ground himself urgently right against her muzzle. His cock throbbed against her tongue, and then his first eager spurt splashed up, strong enough to splatter the back of her muzzle and coat the back of her tongue. Celestia snorted an exhale around him in surprise, perhaps at the taste or sensation, and his next two urgent bursts splashed in to join the first, coating over the back of her tongue and then dripping down, utterly flooding the princess’ muzzle with his taste.

Celestia seemed to gather her wits then, and tightened her grasp around him, adjusting her angle and swallowing, a faintly audible action that made all the surfaces of her muzzle contract around him and her tongue curl against his underside to make him spurt into her mouth all the more urgently.

That large head started to bob carefully in time with his spurts, working to the rhythm of her eager swallows as she hummed around him, the faint, pleased rumbling she made adding another mind-bending element to her already-stupefying blowjob as she eagerly swallowed down every last burst of Blake’s urgently-spilled spunk.

“H-holy… f-f-fuuu….” Blake stammered, not even able to complete a full sentence as he stared up at the ceiling, his entire body going limp.

Celestia giggled around him, curling her tongue against him and drawing upwards, letting her tongue slip off his tip as his cock fell back against his belly, and she gave an audible swallow, before dragging another series of gentle licks around him, cleaning him up. Her licks trailed over his belly, his chest, and then paused at his throat so she could stare down at him. “You taste… unique.”

“I… I fucking… Just…” Blake mumbled incoherently.

“Was I that good?” Celestia simpered, a wicked laugh in her tone.

“Jusdontell…” Blake began, before giving up on words for that moment, trying to compose himself. After several long, long seconds, the world stopped spinning, and he became aware of a throbbing in his bad foot that had been buried under post-orgasm euphoria brought on by easily the best blowjob he could have ever conceived.

“Just don’t tell the world at large that you’re that… good. At blowjobs. Ponies, that is,” Blake managed to say to the ceiling in general. “My species would be extinct in one generation.”

“I believe I get the gist of what you are saying,” Celestia giggled.

“It sounded better in my head,” Blake complained, groaning weakly. “I don’t think I can feel my fucking fingers. Jesus Christ.”

“So it was acceptable, then?” Celestia asked, a smug note in her voice.

“Are you fishing for compliments?” Blake asked blankly.

“Yes.”

“Then yes, it was the best fucking blowjob I have ever had and I’m going to be looking down on every girl I ever have sex with after this because there is no way they can measure up. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

There was a pause, and then a low, pleased purr. “Yes.”

“I’d apologize for saying that you’d be vanilla but I have zero regrets about the sequence of events that lead to this.”

Celestia giggled, resting her nose on his chest and peering down at him. “That was… rather vanilla, all things considered. Most wish to see the princess debase herself for their enjoyment. Open mouthed, waiting, face covered…” she trailed off suggestively.

Blake swallowed thickly at the mental image, and even in his euphoric daze, the thought still excited him. “Next time?” he asked with timid hopefulness.

Celestia arched an eyebrow at him quizzically, and that low purr came back. “You think there will be a next time?”

“After that, I’m going to do absolutely everything in my power to make sure there is,” Blake responded candidly.

Celestia paused at that, and the wicked smirk in her tone grew louder. “Oh Blake, you poor human. You can’t just admit things like that to me and expect me not to take advantage of them.”

Blake rolled his eyes. “As though, after that, there was absolutely any doubt that I’d do anything you ask just for the chance of it happening again.”

“Oh I know,” Celestia purred hungrily, staring down at him with a twinkle in her pretty pink eyes. “And I already have some ideas.”

Author's Note

I am sincerely sorry I keep you guys waiting so long for these. If you're reading this, thanks for having the patience to still be waiting on this slow-ass mothafuckin pegasus to write shit!

P.S. new keyboard, keys are really stiff. Probably typos I missed!