Celestia's Pet

by TheLandgrave

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Romance
Length: 1214

Celestia is not happy, Luna is always happy to help.

Celestia needs to vent some frustration and Luna's the purrfectly happy to help.

Triggers: [spoiler]Princest, pet play, oral cream pie, futa[/spoiler]

[spoiler]I make no apologies for that pun. [/spoiler]

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-11-16 04:33:09 UTC

Chapter 1

Fists clamped tight, her nails nearly cutting into her palms, Celestia passed at the foot of her bed. Her cheeks creased from tensing, the muscles of her jaw tight and hard. Every breath came short and left in a hot puff, forced not in a sharp burst from her nose. She nearly growled, nearly, but held back no matter than there was no one to hear, or that her facade had already been abandoned the moment she’d set foot in her room.

The soft knock on her door could not have come soon enough, a smile almost breaking past her glower. With no further ado or announcement, the knob turned, Luna’s slender, pale fingers slipping around the edge as she slid in with nary a sound.

A smile did break through, though barely, making Celestia’s lips seem to quiver just for a moment before the frown regained its hold. Her beautiful sister could not have missed it, her detailed eyes always catching the slightest shifts on Celestia’s face. She too smiled in a similar way, though the frown that took her lips was one of confusion and curiosity, rather than the ire that held sway on her sister’s.

“What is the matter?” she asked, taking strides into the room as the door locked behind her. “Your message said only that you needed—”

Luna’s hand shot up to her throat in surprise at the unmistakable tingle of her sister’s magic. Her fingers found a length of black leather secured there, barely loose enough for two to wiggle between it and her neck; at her throat, an emblem, a golden sunburst dangled with two short words engraved on its face. She knew it at once, her confusion and surprise growing in sync with her widening eyes. Celestia held a leash, gripped so tight her knuckles lost their tan.

“Come to me my pet, I desire your touch.”

A breath passed before Luna responded. Her brow knitted in slight concern, but a smile found her lips nonetheless. Without a word, she sank to her hands and knees. Her eyes remained on her sister’s, watching, studying, but smiling all the same, as she crawled to her with a slow, feline grace. Her hips she swayed with every step. Only once she’d crossed the void, poised at her sister’s heel, did she break eye contact and make the smallest noise.

She purred happily and nuzzled her sister’s knee through the silk dress she wore. Her affections were quickly rewarded, Celestia dropping to a knee and running her fingers through Luna’s mane.

“That’s my good girl,” Celestia whispered, though her anger still carried through.

With every pet and scratch and knead, Luna purred, nuzzling into her sister’s hands. She responded in kind, moving to scratch behind her ear, then down, under her jaw and chin. Her other hand joined quickly, stroking and petting, cooing in time with Luna’s purrs.

Without warning, Celestia dug her fingers into the back of Luna’s head, pulling her up until their lips met in a hard, almost violent kiss. Celestia waited for nothing, driving her tongue into her sister’s mouth. Luna did not fight her, though neither did she lay still. She danced a playful counterpoint to her elder sister’s hard aggression. Indeed, it was Celestia who moaned first and broke their embrace.

For seconds or more they held their pose, staring into each other’s eyes, save Celestia’s hands which slid back to Luna’s chin once more. With a delicate thumb she brushed Luna’s cheek. In turn, Luna turned her head, taking the wandering thumb between her lips.

Celestia watched her in silence as she bobbed and sucked her thumb. The frown she had worn was softer now, a ghost of its former self.

Once more, Celestia’s magic flared, though this time it touched only herself. Her dress disappeared in a flash, revealing her sun-kissed body in all its glory and an extra bit as well. The phallus between her legs matched her skin, save the darker tip.

Summoning a chair, she settled down, legs wide apart, her member half stiff and raised. Luna grinned fully, scooting just a little closer. With her hands on her sister’s knees, she stared up at Celestia’s face, unwavering as she found the head and gave it a tiny lick. A twitch and a bob and it grew just a little longer.

A purr in her throat, Luna waited no longer, taking Celestia’s head between her lips and swirling it with her tongue. In moments, Celestia reached her max, and Luna truly began.

Celestia watched her for as long as she could, taking as much pleasure from seeing her sister look up at her from that angle as from the hot moisture of her mouth sucking her dick. It was the rumbling purr that forced her to turn away, throwing head back with a guttural moan.

Her ire, though, was not yet spent. In one last vicious flare, she gripped Luna's head once more and thrust forward get hips. Luna coughed and choked, gagging as Celestia's cock pushed deep into her throat. While her body fought to swallow the pulsing intrusion, her eyes filling with tears and drool spilling from her mouth, Luna made no attempt to pull away or dissuade her sister's course.

Teeth bared in a violent snarl, Celestia pulled halfway out, only to thrust forward once more. She grunted and growled with every push, using her pet like a toy, a thing to be used and abused and cared for not at all. At the crest of each motion, she held Luna's face to her crotch, savoring the pulsing, futile swallows that massaged her sensitive head.

It was there that she came, spilling her hot seed well past her Luna's uvula, screaming in equal parts joy and rage. She continued for a few seconds more, thrusting and erupting in tandem until she could do neither.

Finally, exhausted, she collapsed back into the chair, releasing her grip, but holding still to Luna's head.

Careful and delicate licks followed, Luna cleaning what little mess remained before crawling up into Celestia's lap. Her pale fingers touched Celestia's cheeks, wiping away her tears and drawing the tired mare's eyes up to her own.

The ire was gone, not a trace remaining to mar her beautiful sun-kissed face. For a moment she simply shined, glowing bright and happy. A jolt of fear caught her though in its snare at the tear stained visage of her beloved sister.

“Luna! I'm sorr—”

A pale finger crossed her lips and stopped her short. Luna's other hand wiped her face clean, her smile never wavering.

“I love you.” was all she said, for what more was needed?

Leaning down, they kissed once again, though with warmth and love leaving no room for even lust to make a showing. Breaking apart, Luna backed away and drew Celestia from her chair, only to lay her down upon the bed. There they curled up together, Luna holding her sister close.

It took mere seconds for Celestia to fall prey to the overwhelming forces drawing her towards sleep. Nestled in her lover's embrace, exhausted in body and mind, her eyes slid closed and she nearly missed Luna's soft whisper of, “You owe me big time for this.”