In Solar Arms

It’s been a rough day for you.

In the evening, you come back to the castle in Canterlot, limping very slightly. The orange light from the sun is intense up here -- it’s probably the way Celestia likes it.

You see, you are the one and only human on the planet Gaia. And as such, the inhabitants of Equestria, the nation of humanoid ponies and magic, are not used to seeing a human. In fact, they dislike it.

Even in the fair capital city of Canterlot, you are routinely thrown insults -- and sometimes more physical things are thrown at you. It’s mainly from the ponies of high society, but there are a good few who love nothing more than to take whatever it is that’s plaguing them out on you, the human -- you are tolerated overall, but that doesn't mean it’s civil.

Now, though, you need to get back to the castle. As the only human, you’re one-of-a-kind, and so the co-rulers of the nation opted to let you stay with them. As you make your way across the courtyard, you sense one or two of the guards staring at you, then immediately go back to their stoic posts when you look in their direction.

Ignoring that, you make your way to the princess’ dining room. You know Celestia’s schedule well enough to know that she won’t be in here right now, and Luna is preparing for her nightly royal duties. You have the room to yourself.

You smile weakly to yourself -- it feels rather like a kitchen and a breakfast room rather than a grand dining hall. You spot a coffee pot, half-full and still warm. Pouring yourself some and taking a sip as you lean against said worktop, you feel a little better -- it’s been a rough day, and you need at least coffee before you go through it again tomorrow. And one can say what they like about Equestria, but they sure know their coffee, you think to yourself.

Suddenly, you hear a soft footfall to your left. You look, and see nobody.

You then feel a soft pair of hands on your shoulders, and pause. A warm, gentle shiver runs through your body as you gently place your hand on one of the ones on your shoulders.

“My dear human... are you all right?” comes the soft, caring voice of the solar princess, her alabaster hands trailing down further as she slowly pulls you into a shallow embrace. Celestia has always been caring about you since you arrived, and was easily the most caring individual you met since you came. Luna was nice to you as well, by all means, and so were the two other alicorns, as well as Twilight’s five close friends.

However, you breathe a sigh and mention that no, you’re not all that fine. You go on to describe what happened today when you were out -- and although you can’t see Celestia’s face, you can detect that she’s worried and concerned about you.

“I see…” she says.

She gently turns you around to face her, and looks down upon your face. Her own is mesmerizing -- her gentle, black-lined pink eyes, alabaster skin, gentle muzzle and lips all serve to create a face you could look into forever. Her mane tumbles down her right shoulder and flows to her right -- you never really understood just how her and Luna’s manes and tails work, and it seemed that nor do they.

But what grabs your attention is her massive breasts, since she’s wearing a low-cut, rather revealing dress. Since she’s a whopping 8 feet and 5 inches tall, your head is roughly situated at her breast level. Her cup size, as she’s mentioned before, is something upwards of 35KK, which would be terribly saggy and potentially body-ruining on a human female, but on Celestia, her breasts are wonderfully perky, firm yet soft and jiggly -- they look proportional, too, since she’s so tall; but they are, nonetheless, definitely much bigger than your head.

That, of course, comes from her pony physiology -- wherein chest muscles are much stronger, as is the spine -- a trait she shares with all mares, which is presumably why there are so many busty mares in this land.

Celestia looks down at you for a few seconds, her hands trailing up to the back of your head and down right shoulder. Her wings spread out too -- soft, large yet powerful alabaster-feathered wings stretching to about 6 metres in wingspan.

“I know just what you need, my human,” she finally says.

Before you can question what she’s about to do, Celestia gently pulls you forward into a close, comfortable hug -- especially comfortable since your head is now lodged between her incredible breasts. They squish around you, and so your vision is now taken up by pure, soft boobs. You feel her arms wrap around your back, as do her wings, holding you there. You can tell that Celestia’s smiling, somehow, and you can’t help yourself from putting your own arms around her waist a little way and snuggling up to her, your nose touching her chest itself.

You listen to her soft breathing and slow, powerful heartbeat for a full minute before she gently pulls away, leaving your head feeling rather cold and you wanting more.

“I think, my dear, that you need to sleep with me tonight. I’ll take care of those injuries,” she says, smiling as she softly, slowly runs a hand across one of the deeper grazes on your arm as she still embraces you.

You nod, and you see Celestia’s horn glow gold with her magic.

Suddenly, you and her are in her chambers. The room is grand and warm, with large windows,
a painting here and there, a golden birdcage (meant for Celestia’s pet phoenix, who is currently there and asleep, his beak tucked under his wing) among other things, but most of all, the huge, circular bed, red-sheeted and covered with velvet, a great multitude of pillows at one end.

Celestia smiles and lets you out of the hug. “Please, do feel free to undress… I promise I won’t watch, if that’s what you’re concerned about,” she says teasingly. She closes and locks the door behind you with magic as she saunters behind a changing screen. You see her silhouette through it as you gingerly remove your shirt and jeans, stripping down to your underwear.

You tentatively sit down on the edge of the red, velvet-sheeted bed, and allow yourself a peek in Celestia’s direction. You can see her silhouette -- she’s undressed, and putting something on. You can’t really make it out through the changing screen, but you assume it’s lingerie.

She comes out from behind it wearing gold and silver lingerie, complete with a garterbelt and stockings. The ensemble seems to be made of silk of some kind -- but that doesn’t really matter to you. Her breasts are pushed up into huge, alabaster, jiggly cleavage, her curvy hips and substantial flanks displayed nicely by that garterbelt and panties. You can’t help but blush a little -- you’ve never seen Celestia wearing so little before -- and you never thought you’d see her without that iconic tiara.

Celestia smiles warmly to you and reclines on the bed. Her left wing stretches out, strong, powerful and softly-feathered, onto the bed, and she looks to you, then beckons you over.

You feel rather self-conscious as you clamber across towards Celestia -- you don’t know why exactly, since the only thing watching the two of you is that phoenix.

However, your worries are quickly put to rest by a gentle pair of arms and soft wings wrapping around you and pulling you closer. You quickly find your head in between those massive pillowy breasts once again, and you unintentionally let out a quiet, surprised and now muffled sound.

Celestia chuckles as she pulls you closer to her, letting out a relaxed sigh as you are nestled further into her cleavage. Evidently, she immensely enjoys it. You feel a lot more at ease, and so you tentatively put your arm around her waist -- and your hand comes to rest on one of her soft, squishy flanks.

You can feel Celestia sofly stroking your head, and she shifts her position, now lying on her side. Your head is now resting on her left breast, and it serves well as the softest, most comfortable pillow you can think of. A sigh comes to your lips, and you quietly enquire as to why Celestia’s going to all this trouble -- surely she has better things to do?

Celestia responds by hugging you closer, pulling your head even further in between her breasts. “Better things to do..? You need me right now,” she whispers. “And look.. you need healing.” Celestia reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting her tits free.

She tenderly pulls you up and plants a slow kiss on your lips. You’re not sure how to respond, and simply let out a quiet gasp -- but Celestia has something in mind for you. Celestia shifts onto the bed some more, and her hands and wings slowly guide you down to her quickly erecting, pink nipple.

Before you can question what she’s doing, you feel her begin stroking the back of your head once again, and slowly, you are guided right onto her nipple, which brushes past your lips and, to your surprise, leaks a droplet of milk onto your tongue.

You are unprepared for how it tastes. Like vanilla -- warm and creamy, as well, like fresh… well, milk. Celestia lets out a small moan of pleasure as you suck once, a spurt of heavenly milk trickling out. Your mouth is pressed against her wide areola and soft, immense breast as you begin to suckle -- soon enough your mouth is filled with (you assume) golden-white, creamy, vanilla-flavoured milk, and you soon have to gulp it down. You feel hungrier the more you dwell on the subject.

Celestia has a faint blush on her face, and gently cradles your head, wrapping her wings around you tighter. She pulls the red velvet duvet up over the two of you, and before you drift off to sleep -- rather comfortable, with the breast milk, the warmth, the soft stroking and the motherly Celestia and all -- you feel your wounds begin to repair themselves, very rapidly compared to your usual rate. All without any scabs forming, your skin seals itself once again, grazes are fixed and bruises fade. You shift your leg up, hooked around Celestia’s wide, motherly hips, and you hold onto her, still suckling.

“Sleep now, little one~” Celestia sighs with pleasure before you fall into a deep, pleasant slumber…