Underneath the Mistletoe

"S- so, you've read my stories?" he asked. Celestia nodded, taking a few steps toward him.

"Mmhmm. Indeed." The lust in her eyes was both terrifying and devastatingly arousing as she licked her lips. He stepped back, still a bit unsure of everything. He was sporting a serious erection in spite of his fear. A fearection.

"And you want to... do those things?" he asked nervously.

"Oh yes." She smiled. "Every. Last. One." She took a step closer with each word. He tripped backwards, falling into his chair. She scooted up beside him.

"I- I'm not sure if all of those are even physically possible," he said.

"Shh. Trust in the magic of the evening. Now pet me," she said, leaning across his lap.

"Pet you?" he asked. She took his hand in her magic and guided it to the back of her head. He ran it down her neck, through her mane, repeating the motion.

"Mmm, all the way." He ran his hand down her neck, along her back between her wings to the small of her back before returning to her head. She looked back at him. "That was not all the way," she teased. "I want you to go all. the. way."

His hand made another pass, down between her wings and over the small of her back to her hips, brushing against the base of her tail. "Mmm, yes," she purred. "Pull my tail."

"What?"

"Pull it!" she barked. He took her tail in his fist and gave it a firm tug. "Nnmff." Celestia bit her lip to stifle a moan as her wings sprung open, breaking the red ribbon wrapping her. One of them smacking him in the face. She smirked and ran her wing across his cheek, tickling him with her feathers. She wiggled her hips, shaking off the last bits of ribbon covering her backside. "Well, now that you've... unwrapped your present, why don't you preen me?"

"Your wings look perfect," he said, truthfully. She blushed at the complement.

"Preen me anyway," she said. He took her wing in his hands, giving a feather a tug with his fingers. "No!" She pulled her feather away. He put his hands up as though he'd done something wrong. "Do it correctly. Use your... mouth. Your teeth." She brought her wing to his face again, tickling his chin under his beard. He took a single feather between his teeth, tugging it gently. "Oooh yes... just like that." He did the same for the next, and the next, nibbling his way along her wing. He leaned over her, reaching the final feather at the base of her wing between her should blades, holding her body for support.

"Ooh, your hand is on my cutie mark," she said. He looked down at the golden sun emblem on her fur beneath his hand.

"Is the cutie mark actually an erogenous zone?" he asked.

"Honestly? No. But I like to pretend that it is," she said. "It still feels nice." He smiled and rubbed her flanks with his hands as he shifted over to the other wing, his lips moving along the other set of feathers. "Mmh, you've quite a talent at this. Are you sure that you've never consorted with Pegasi before?"

"No ma'am. Never."

"Gryphons, then?"

"No Gryphons either. This is my first foray into inter-species erotica," he said as he finished her other wing. She shifted back, letting him sit again, and scooted in between his legs.

"So, I get to be your first?" she asked.

"My first pony, yes." She reached out with her hooves, grasping his boxers, giving them a tug.

"Well, I hope I can live up to your expectations," she said, pulling them completely off of him. She just stopped and looked at it. He looked at her. She looked at him, and then back at it. "Is that... it?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Is that all of it? I mean does it get... is that as big as it gets?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Your fictions led me to have certain... expectations," she said.

"The focus would be on the word 'fiction'." He sighed. "Listen, I may not be a stallion, but I will have you know that I am quite above average for my species."

"Okay, okay." She tapped her hooves together. "Actually, this is a good thing. It makes this next part very easy."

"What part?" She didn't answer, instead leaning down and taking his penis in her mouth, easily sucking all of it. He saw stars at the feeling of it. Rarely could a woman take his entire length, and here Celestia was, making it look easy. She worked her mouth up and down on his shaft, pausing at the top and focusing on the tip before enveloping his whole length again, running her tongue against his balls, a combination he had never felt before. She bobbed her head a few more times before taking a break, panting.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm great!"

"Then what's the matter?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Why haven't you cum yet? It's been over a minute," she said. He didn't answer. A smile just grew across his lips. Most stallions seldom lasted very long. It was the one advantage humans had in that department.

"Celestia, am I your first?" he asked.

"My first human, yes," she admitted. He held her cheeks in his hands and looked into her sympathetic eyes.

"You're doing a great job. It just takes a little longer. Pace yourself," he said. She smiled, reassured, and went back to work on him. She went slower now, in long smooth motions. He looked down at her in his lap, her horn pointing up at him, demanding attention. He reached out, wrapping his hand around the base of it. She held still on his dick, waiting to see what he was doing. Holding her still with one hand, he stroked the length of her horn with the other, running his fingers up and down along its ridges.

"Mmmmff." She moaned on him with his dick still in her mouth as he stroked her horn. He leaned down, licking it, and sucking on the tip. Her wings flared open, stiff at his ministrations. He worked the wet part of her horn with his hand, stroking it up and down, getting the rest of it slick as he continued to suck it. Celestia's knees trembled and she struggled to keep up on her own task. In the battle of pleasuring, she was losing. Or winning. Depending on how one looked at it. She lifted her head from off of his dick. "H-Hey! Ooh!" She moaned. "Be careful."

He took his mouth off of her horn, still rubbing it with his hand. He took one of his fingers and brushed it across the tip of her horn, making her shudder. It was pointy, but still rounded enough that he wasn't worried about any kind of injury. Besides, his mouth lacked the... particular mechanical experience of the motion, and the sheer anatomical depth, to take more than a couple of inches. He went back to sucking on the tip of her horn, his hand moved faster on the rest of it. She cried out. "Ooh ooohHHHH!"

The ceiling light of the room dimmed, and he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, like he was touching a van de Graaff generator. Her horn glowed brightly, more-so in the darkened room. He felt a 'pop' in his mouth and his lips went numb. The light returned to normal. He pulled away off of her horn, falling back into his chair coughing and sputtering clouds of O-zone. Celestia's legs gave out, falling forwards into his lap.

"Stars and stones!" she breathed, laying on his bare thigh. "Nopony has done that for me in an age!" He rubbed his lips. They we still tingling as though he'd just kissed a nine-volt.

"Ah kin she rye," he slurred. She grinned.

"I tried to warn you." She giggled.

"You did." He leaned back, reclining in his seat and reaching down and lifting her up onto him. Her head rested on his broad chest, and her knees were still on the carpet at his feet. His hands ran down along her warm back, over her now-relaxed wings. He could just about reach her hips. He took her supple flanks in his strong hands and gave them a firm squeeze.

"Hmm," she purred into his chest at his touch. She mirrored him, running her hoof over his chest as she looked up at him. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes. Her horn quickly glowed to life, snatching a bit of his holiday decoration from the room while his eyes were closed. After, she slid down his body. His eyes blinked open as she pulled away. As her head passed by his groin she took his shaft in her hoof, and gave him a couple of playful sucks, before getting back on her hooves on the floor.

"Where're you going?" he asked. She took a few slow, sensual steps backwards, inviting him to follow her. He stood up from his chair and obeyed.

"Oh, I thought that you might want to kiss me under the mistletoe..." she said, moving back under the archway.

"Kiss you under the mistletoe, huh?" He looked up in the archway. The mistletoe was missing. "What happened to it?" he asked. She grinned at him, licking her lips and swaying her hips before turning around and lifting her tail for him. Tied at the base of her tail, just above her glistening marehood, was the mistletoe, with all the subtlety of an atomic detonation. Past her tail, he could see her grinning, looking back at him with that mischievous glint in her eye.

Needing no further prompting, he got down on his knees in reverence to praise the sun. He placed his hands upon her solar cutie marks, pulling her hips back to him. Her aroma was not at all what he was expecting. But then, he wasn't sure what to expect at all. He'd been in a few stables before. He had some idea what a horse smelled like. But if her kisses were any indication, her flavor was far more than any simple, biological construct.

Her scent was surprisingly subtle. It wasn't the strong musk he was expecting. It was just barely perceptible, at the edge of his senses. The faintest hint of vanilla. He closed the distance, kissing her lips. Her tail swished, arcing over his head and tickling his back. He kissed her flower petals again, pressing deeper and bringing his tongue to bear into her slit. She tasted sweet, and tangy, with just the tiniest bit of tartness to it. It was very similar to a peppermint candy cane. She literally had a candy ass.

He kneaded her ass with his hands like dough and licked her harder, flicking her clitoris with his tongue, causing her wings to grow so stiff that they positively ached from being so outstretched. Her elbows gave out, causing her to fall forward a bit and prop he butt up into the air like a needy little slut, begging for attention. He stopped what he was doing with his tongue and brought his finger to her slit, running it up and down, pressing lightly on her little love-button. Celestia moaned with her cheek pressed against the carpet. He slid his finger back up her slit and probed at her entrance, teasing her a bit before slipping it inside.

"Mmhh, yes!" she whimpered. He slid his finger in and out a few times, spreading her wetness. He added a second finger, pressing them deeply into her and making a 'come here' motion with them inside while he worked her clit with his thumb. Her juices were really flowing now, running over his hand and down his arm in little warm rivulets. He added a third finger, and a forth spreading her wider open. Meant for a stallion's penis, she could surely handle the extra width. In fact...

Celestia cooed in disappointment when she felt his thumb abandon her clit. He rotated his hand a bit, trying to find the best angle of approach with his thumb added to the cone shape he made with his fingers, poised at the entrance of her vagina. His entire hand was thoroughly wet with her excitement as he slowly, gently, pushed into her, stretching her to her widest yet.

"OHHhhhhGHH!" Celestia let out a very deep, throaty moan, unbecoming of a princess, as the widest part of his hand finally slipped inside her and her lips relaxed, closing somewhat around his wrist. He held it there for a moment while she adjusted to the new fullness. Without a word, a few moments later, Celestia only nodded, bidding him permission to proceed. He pushed forward a bit more, sinking more of his wrist into her hot, snug box, closing his fingers into a fist, before backing off a little. He pressed into her again, a bit deeper each time, in a slow, fucking motion. She was halfway up his forearm before he began to wonder if this mare had no bottom.

"Tia,"

"Keep going!" she all but begged. He pushed into her one more time, determined to find out just how deep he could go before she would yell out for him to stop. His fist bottomed out against her cervix just as his elbow bumped against her pussy. "NNGGghh!" He rolled his wrist a little, moving inside her a little in a way that no stallion's penis possibly could. Her hoof stamped against the floor. "OH fffff-fuck!" she cried out. It was so strange hearing that word come from her. The profanity only added to the dirtiness of the act. He pulled his arm back, all the way to the wrist before pushing it completely back inside her again. Celestia stopped speaking in words, now only moaning and grunting like some feral beast as he fist-fucked her. All his years at the gym, working out, had prepared him for this day.

The upward angle of her butt made it easy for him to look underneath her. He adjusted the angle of his arm, pressing more downward. He could see the bulge protruding from her tummy. He watched the bulge of his fist moving deep inside of her, as he slid it in and out. He pressed his free hand to her soft, white fur, feeling the other moving inside.

"Feel this," he said. Celestia was resting on one elbow, bringing her free hoof back. He took her hoof in his hand and guided it to her belly. He pushed deep into her again, rolling his fist inside beneath her hoof. She grunted and groaned, pressing her hoof harder into her belly, increasing the pressure squeezing his fist. He took his free hand and bought it to his elbow, stretching her entrance taught. He used his fingers to play with her clit, pressing it into his forearm as he moved in and out of her.

"OhhhOHHHH!" she cried out. He felt her pussy spasm and tighten, squeezing his arm like a vice and wetting him with the fresh juices of her maregasm, dripping into his lap. He tried to pull back on his arm. Celestia trembled and shook. "Ahh ahh ah! Too much, too much!" she pleaded. He held still, buried to the elbow inside the Princess of the Sun. When her orgasm finally subsided and her pussy stopped pulsing and gripping him, he slowly began to slide his arm out of her. "Ooh ooh oohhh," she whimpered, shuffling her hooves. At last his hand slipped free of her with a wet 'plop'. She looked back at him as he got to his feet, still fully erect.

"You've been so wonderful," she said, "making me cum tonight. But look at you. You haven't gotten off even once yet."

"Ladies first, of course," he said with a polite bow.

"Well, I think it's your turn now," she said with a smile, waving her hips at him.

"As you wish-" he stopped short, walking up behind her. She looked back at him, with those deep, purple eyes. He held her cheek in his hand, "I love you." He kissed her.

"Put it in," she whispered. He frowned.

"It is in," he said. She looked back. Indeed his hips were pressed against hers, with his penis completely inside her.

"Oh, sorry." She blushed in embarrassment. He humped a few times. The reality of their inter-species tryst became clear. It wasn't that he'd stretched her out with his arm. Her marehood was just built for something a bit, a good bit, larger than any human could offer.

"No, I'm the one who's sorry. I just-" he pulled out, stepping away, "I just wish I could make love to you the way you deserve. Like a proper stallion." She walked over beside him, pulling him into another kiss.

"Now that is a good Christmas wish," she said. Her horn glowed, illuminating his human penis. He felt it tingle as she cast the spell.

And what happened then, well in Ponyville they say,
that his human cock grew three sizes that day.
And then, the true meaning of Christmas came through,
and he found the strength of ten stallions, plus two.

"Holy shit." He looked down the the behemoth horse cock protruding in front of him, and the balls to match between his legs, throwing him off his center of gravity. He stumbled and grabbed onto Celestia for support.

"Now, I believe you have a Princess to fuck," she said, kissing him before she turned back around. He leaned back, grabbing his massive meat with both of his hands to aim it. He rested it against her marehood, spreading her lips with his fingers and working the broad tip inside. "Now this is more like it!" she said. He had to agree. Aside from the size, the feeling was the same. But he could really appreciate the snugness of her now-tight pussy wrapped around his beast of a cock. He grabbed her tail aggressively and pulled her back onto him as he shoved his hips forward, hilting into her at once.

"AHhh!" Celestia cried in satisfaction. His new anatomy came with a new-found, massive sex drive to boot. Before she could even take another breath, he pulled back and slammed into her again, and again! He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight, so she couldn't get away as he fucked her. He'd wished to be able to properly make love to her as a stallion. But make no mistake, this was not 'making love' as he'd envisioned. They didn't make love that night. They didn't even have sex. He fucked her.

And she loved it!

"It's been so long since I've had a stallion like this," she said.

"Oh, I'm sure stallions would be lining up, fighting each other over you," he said, as he rutted her.

"But when you're the Princess, everypony watches everything you do. It so hard to- OOHFF!" Her words were cut short as he grabbed her mane, pulling her back to him. "It's so hard to- to ah ahhh-" He licked her horn as he continued to thrust in and out of her, "to have a personal life," she finished. If what he'd said was true, about being 'above average' in size for a human, it must have translated with the spell, because he was definitely giving her the biggest dick she'd ever taken in her long life.

She braced herself. After all of the attention she'd given him before, she was certain that he wouldn't last much longer. But instead of cumming as soon as she thought, he quickened his pace. His stallion cock he gained. His human endurance he kept. His hips slapped against hers, his hefty balls, smacking against her clit with each thrust.

"I'm cumming!" Celestia cried out as another orgasm rolled through her body. Another building just as quickly with his unending stamina. He loved hearing those words. It turned him on so much. His already hard shaft was like a solid steel rod. The slapping noises they were making were causing the Clapper to turn the lights on and off like a strobe light at some kind of crazy inter-species sex-rave. It was giving the blue voyeur a headache.

"So much! So much!" Celestia cried. She'd never had a session of sex last so long. Such a concept was beyond her comprehension. "Ngaaahhh, I'm cumming again!" He felt her pussy grip his new stallionhood tightly, milking his shaft, begging for his cum. It was a war of attrition. She'd made this a night to remember for him. And he was intent on doing the same for her. He fucked through her orgasm, harder even. Celestia's orgasms were no longer peaks of pleasure, separated by valleys of build-up. Now they were a continuous plateau, holding her there in euphoric ecstasy. "Please!" she gasped between breaths, "Please! You have to finish! I can't take much more!" she pleaded. He sucked on her horn from behind, thrusting deeply. She felt his cock flare wide inside her. She knew what was coming next.

"Pull out! Please don't cum inside me!" She tried to push him away but the wetness of his mouth grounded out her magic. His balls tightened and his cock pulsed and throbbed inside her. He saw stars in his eyes as the most powerful orgasm of his life ripped through him. His giant dick tensed, his every muscle seized, bent on this one moment of release! He slammed it home, pressing his flared head squarely against her cervix as she felt the first rope of cum blast into her, painting her insides white. "Nooo! You'll get me pregnant!" she cried, even as she was rocked by another orgasm. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, holding her hoof over her stomach, feeling the bulge he was making in her belly as he continued to pour his seed into her, filling her up. Her pussy rippled around him as she came with him, milking his cock. He humped into her, his wide flare giving no exit for his semen, forcing it deeper into her womb. "You came inside me! Oh no, you really did!"

Luna watched as her sister tried to squirm free from the human's grasp. She'd gotten herself into this mess. And she wasn't about to try and swoop in to rescue her. Some lessons had to be learned the hard way. And there was no harder way to receive a lesson than the way he was slamming it into her. He continued to fuck her through his climax, adding more and more cum from his swollen balls, filling her to the brim. With no where else to go, each thrust he gave her now caused excess his cum, mixed with hers, to spurt out of her stretched pussy from around his cock, still buried inside her. He shoved his dick so deep that whosoever should be able to pull him out would be crowned the new king of England.

She finally managed to muster the strength to wrench her horn from his mouth and push him off of her with her magic. He fell back, only a little, his cock still lodged inside her. Another push with her magic and she pulled him out of her, his wide cock flare finally popping free, releasing all of the semen dammed inside her as it rushed out of her pussy in a white torrent. He fell back into his chair, grinning from ear to ear.

"I can't believe you came inside me!" she shouted, "After I told you not to. Why would you do that?"

"You said you wanted to do everything that I had written," he said. "Did you neglect the part where I knock you up?"

"What do you intend now?" Celestia asked. "Am I to take you as my suitor? Are you to tend to me when I am heavy with our foals? Fulfilling my sexual mood swings during my pregnancy? Suckling my teats when they become full with milk?"

"Don't threaten me with a good time," he said. Celestia's angry expression faded to a neutral smile.

"How did you know that you couldn't get me pregnant?" she asked.

"I didn't. I just knew that this would be my one chance to find out."

"That was incredibly reckless of you," she said, her shock relaxing. "Did you enjoy it?"

"You know I did, oh, most certainly," he said, motioning to the growing puddle under her legs. She was a very satisfied mare and sexually exhausted, utterly. She looked at the bottle on his desk.

"Is that liquor?" she asked. He nodded. "May I?" He stood up to get her a glass. His massive horse cock swung like a pendulum with each step, throwing him off balance. He came back with two glasses, pouring them each some of the whiskey.

"What should we drink to?" he asked.

"How about we drink to Christmas?" she suggested.

"Merry Christmas." They clinked their glasses and threw back the shots. His last clear memory.

He woke up in the morning, sitting at his desk. He was still wearing his boxers but his pants were nowhere to be found. The bottle on his desk was empty. Had it all been an alcohol-fueled dream? Sitting in his chair with his head pounding, he looked around frantically. There was no sign of Celestia. She was gone. Or more likely, she had never been there in the first place. Part of him was sad.

"No, no," he said aloud to himself, "do not cry because the dream is over. Smile because it happened." His own words gave him little comfort as he looked at the mistletoe, in the top of the archway. It was Christmas morning. He turned back to his computer. He was wise enough to keep some headache medicine in the desk. He pulled open the drawer.

Inside was a shimmering white feather quill and an ink well. On the parchment inside was a beautifully scrawled letter.

Keep it until next time!

-Celestia

He stood up in shock and immediately fell over. Not from the hangover, or from still being drunk. It was from being very off balance. He pulled down his shorts. He still had the massive horse cock that she'd blessed him with.

His mind was racing. And his head was still pounding. He really needed that headache medicine. He opened the other drawer.

Inside was a shimmering BLUE feather quill. On the parchment inside was a beautifully scrawled letter.

See you next!

-Luna