“You're going to SHARE, right, sister?”

You are seriously confused as you stare at Princess Luna. Sharing? You look over at Princess Celestia, who had already finished her food and was happily eating a very large piece of chocolate cake. Huh. That must be where she got her gigantic ass.

“I don't know if she would, Princess Luna. I mean, she's already almost done with that cake and she doesn't look the type to give it up easily.”

You take a bite of your own salad, wondering if they'd be mad if you asked for a steak. Probably would. Damn herbivores. The two mares look up at one another at your odd non-sequitor before they both start to giggle with amusement.

“Oh, I like him, Tia, he's silly. A bit dim, but that's nothing a little tutoring can't fix.”

You blink at the implication, but shrug. You'd disagree, but despite needing some meat, this salad is actually pretty damn awesome. And strangely filling. Well, that and you completely agree. Especially since you're in a completely strange land with different customs. Case in point, Celestia leans over and rubs her cheek against yours with a big grin on her face. That's obviously some sort of gesture of affection. Or claiming. Are ponies like cats? Do...Do they purr? That'd be so goddamn adorable. Note to self, try to make Princess Celestia purr.

“Such a silly, sweet stud.” Princess Celestia thinks you're a stud? Fuckin' sweet. “Lulu's talking about making sure I'm not selfish with you, sweetheart.”

You open your mouth with an expression of deep confusion and she cuts you off before you can say anything else stupid, “I don't mind sharing him with you, Lulu. The scandal that the nobles will have over even just taking a lover they haven't even seen before should prove very entertaining!”

It suddenly clicks.

“Wait. What? Share. Me? I. What! Don't-Don't I get a say in this? I mean, I've never—”

Your mouth is pulled shut by Princess Luna's magic to cut you off before you're let go, presumably to be allowed to eat once more, “Hush, silly stud. You're not involved in this any more.”

You just take a bite of your salad and mutter out, “I'm feeling pretty involved.”

Princess Luna giggles as she finishes her salad and stands up to trot over to Princess Celestia, “Break it to him slow, Tia. It shouldn't take longer than a week. I expect you to have him convinced by the time of my return from the political summit in the Griffin Empire in that time. Make sure he's ready for it too.”

WHOA. FULL STOP.

There are Griffins here?! Fucking righteous.

Oh wait, she just insulted your intelligence. You open your mouth to give her a piece of your mind, but stop at the scene playing out in front of you.

Princess Celestia's head is being pulled down in a cloud of blue magic which then switches to her mane. Her mane goes taut causing her to let out a squeaking neigh before she is forcibly kissed by Princess Luna. You can't even believe it, but she seems to be returning it with enthusiasm.

You know, before today, you never thought you'd ever seen a pair of sister hor—ponies. They are ponies, you remind yourself. You would never believe in a thousand years that you'd see two pony sisters making out. And it's hot in a sort of unexpected way.

Your thought process is cut off as they break apart and Princess Luna trots up next to you. She bites down gently on your earlobe before whispering in your ear, “One week. You. I can't wait to hear you screaming my name through a bit.”

Confusion flares up again, “A bit of wha—MMPH!” You're forcibly cut off as she presses her lips aggressively against yours, her long, strong pony tongue shooting into your mouth to explore. It plays with your considerably smaller tongue eagerly as you feel the tingling pressure of her magic on the back of your head. You shiver as you slowly begin to return the kiss, tasting not just your salad and her salad, but the subtle hint of chocolate cake. She breaks away with a satisfied smile.

“Good stallion. I'll be seeing you.” She giggles softly before winking her one of her brilliant cyan eyes and walks past you towards the exit. You watch her to make sure she's not about to attack your mouth again before your eyes are drawn to her ass. Not quite as wide as her sister's, it's still formidable.

Princess Luna follows your gaze before smiling smugly. She flicks her astral tail aside and gives you another wink. Only this one a lot more pink than the last. She makes her exit with a proud pace.

You turn back to Princess Celestia with a brilliant blush on your face, “I. Ubba. She. Habba. Gazebo.” She giggles at your flustered state as she finishes off her cake and she steps over with a rather amusing waddle to place a wing on your shoulder.

“Come along, sweetheart. Let's retire for the evening and let your poor addled mind rest.”

You allow yourself to be led in your stupor to the room that started it all and Princess Celestia gently pushes you inside. You make note of the fact that the room no longer smells like a sex bomb exploded and wonder how the hell the maids did such a thing.

Princess Celestia shuts the door behind herself with a click of the lock and the sound cuts off again, this time you notice it and you look back at her with a questioning look. She adopts an affected whimper as she looks at you soulfully, “Master~. Your whorse's rump is still so sore. Will you rub it for me? Pleeeease~?”

Your heart skips a beat at the sheer adorable nature of Prin—Celestia's request and you can't help but smile widely as you give her a nod. Her face lights up with a radiant, excited smile as she trots happily, if a little bowlegged towards the bed. She looks back at you expectantly around her jiggling, pink-tinged cheeks and you take the hint readily. You climb onto the bed as her magic takes hold of your toga and you shiver a little as the cool air hits your body when she takes it away to fold it neatly.

Celestia waits patiently for you to settle onto the softest bed you've ever felt in your life before she climbs up to step over you. You gulp slightly as you watch her generous ass hover over you and you feel her settle her upper body between your knees as she lowers herself slowly to let her ass rest on your chest.

“Mmm..Thank you, Master~. Start where you like.”

You feel your whorse shiver with excitement as she waits for your touch. You regard the ass in front of yourself for a moment. Despite these ponies' passing resemblance to horses which caused you to somehow gain a pony princess girlfriend, you have to admit that they all seemed to have gorgeous asses, even the smaller ones you passed over the course of the day. Hell, the only reasons you plowed Celestia in the first place was a combination of blue balls due to striking out only slightly more than you're used to and the fact that she has a wonderful ass.

“Well, my sweet whorse,” you feel Celestia shiver as you put proper emphasis on the word and she leans back as soon as you press your palms into her cheeks, “Kindly explain to me what Luna meant by sharing. Oh, and that face rubbing against mine thing.” You begin to massage her cheeks in wide circles causing her to let out a quivering sigh of satisfaction. Every so often, you squeeze her cheeks together just to see them smush.

“Mmm...I apologize if I made you uncomfortable—Mmm!~ Master. I was simply. Hm. Nuzzling you as a show of affect—Ooh, just like that, Master. A little harder, please.—A show of affection.”

Celestia squirms gently as a dull pain flares in her rump as you press down a little harder, just as quickly quelled by your wonderfully soft hands, 'So good~. Not like a minotaur's rough, stubby hands. And he really seems to be enjoying my flanks. I'm so glad I found him. Or rather. He found me.'

“As for OOH! As for Lulu's meaning, my sweet Master, we ponies tend to—HA'N~!” Celestia cut off as she feels her extremely sensitive clit wink, lifting her tail on instinct to show you her swollen, soaked lips and puffy anus and the sweet smell of slightly musky vanilla hits your nostrils hard, “We tend to share our stallion lovers with our friends and loved ones. Especially seeing as how stallion births tend to be rather uncommo—ARE YOU ALREADY GETTING HARD AGAIN?!” She nearly jumps up as she feels your cock stirring underneath her and hardening against her and she looks back at you with a shocked expression

“..Yes? Hell, I would've been good to go again a lot earlier, actually. But. Hunger, confusion, more hunger, coldness. Speaking of! I know I've seen some of you ponies wearing things. I need some clothes at some point. Togas are pretty awesome, but they're kind of a hassle to put on.” You pat her ass gently, causing it to jiggle subtly.

Meanwhile, Celestia's mind is reeling at the idea of a creature having such stamina AND such a speedy recovery so soon. And did you say that you could've been ready for more even earlier? The possibilities!

“Oh my, such a talented Master I have. How...How soon after were you ready? Just for reference? MMPH!~” she tucks her head down into the bed as you give her ass a firm squeeze at her tangent, “Oh! Oh, Master. I'm sorry! I didn't hear properly! I do know a mare who would be very interested in—MMM!—interested in fitting you into some clothes. She would love the opportunity!”

You smirk to yourself as you watch her clit wink with excitement, shivering slightly as her arousal drips down onto your chest and her scent grows stronger, “Good whorse. You should arrange that later for me. And it tends to vary depending on my mood and external stimuli.” You snicker to yourself as you notice her clinging to your every word. This is just too good. The species may be different, but eagerness has always been something you appreciated. That and asses. Even if a woman has some itty bitty titties, if the ass was cash, you would want to tap that.

Celestia flaps her stiff wings a few times as you spread her cheeks wide and shivers as the air hits her soaked lips, “Master, please~. I'm still so sensitive. Please~. You can train me to take your wonderful cock more often later, but please let your whorse recover this time. U-use my mouth! OR OR I-I could call in a maid or a guard for you to rut if you prefer having somepony speared on your cock! My little ponies are always eager to please your whorse of a Princess.”

Your brain stops for a moment, 'Did...Did she just offer to order one of her subjects to fuck me? That...Why is that hot? That'll be something to consider in the future,' but you shake your head to clear out that thought before smiling at her with reassurance, “As tempting as the offer is to use one of your ponies as a sex toy, I think for now I prefer the idea of those hot lips of yours wrapped around my rod. After you clean up the mess you made.” You motion to the small puddle of juices on your chest as you lean back with an expectant look, “I'm waiting, whorse!”

Celestia perks up excitedly at the order as she hastily maneuvers herself so that her face is directly in front of yours, “As you wish, Master!” and she presses her lips against yours hungrily before she methodically begins to kiss her way down. She spends more time than necessary on your neck, causing you to squirm a little, but she soon moves on until she stops at her love nectar clinging to your chest, “Mmm. You're right, Master. I made such a mess on you~.” She hums softly as her tongue dances across your skin, gathering up every drop with eager glee.

You resolve to have a taste for yourself later if it's really that good as your whorse moves on, kissing and licking down your stomach towards your member. You shiver as she buries her snout in your pubic hairs and bite your lip as she inhales deeply, the flow of air tickling. She looks at you with a slight pout, “Aww, Master's musk isn't as thick as it was last time,” and her expression turns sly as she slides down a little further to give your sack a large sniff as well before speaking again, “We'll have to make sure you're nice and sweaty for Lulu when she gets back. She'll love your scent as much as I do, I know.”

Celestia smiles as she nuzzles your cock up and down slowly and she giggles as she lightly bops her muzzle with it a couple times, “Master seems so excited. I must have been a very good whorse to get my master so excited so soon after he filled my tailhole with such thick seed. I can't wait to see how it tastes~.” You moan softly as she drags her tongue from base to tip agonizingly slowly and you bite your lower lip in preparation as her lips near the tip.

All of the buildup is completely ruined as a tightly rolled scroll materializes above your head and drops directly onto your face, not hard, but it was certainly startling, “WHAT, WHEN, WHERE, HOW, AND WHY! WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS BULLSHIT?!”

Celestia sits there with a shocked look on her face for a moment before shoving a hoof to her mouth to contain her laughter, “SNNNRRK! Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry, Master. That would be my personal student sending me a letter. Give me a moment to read it and we'll continue, alright?” Her magic grabs the scroll before you can angrily rip it up, judging by the look on your face.

“...Are you fucking serious?”

Your anger abates slightly as Celestia pouts up at you cutely and nearly completely evaporates as she crawls up to nuzzle her cheek against yours, “...She is forgiven momentarily, but I won't forget this.” She giggles softly as she unfurls the scroll.

“She couldn't have known, Master. Please don't be angry. I promise to make sure you're satisfied once I'm done reading,” she says as she reads, humming appreciatively as your hand rubs her withers slowly.

“Fine, fine. What's this about anyway?” you ask as you try to read the letter and frown as you realize that while you spoke the same language, it's certainly not the same written language. Either that or that's some major chickenscratch...Is that a doodled horse/pony dong in the middle of a sentence? Fuck, you're going to have to learn to read all over again.

“Oh, it seems she's learned a very valuable lesson in friendship.—A little higher, please—And oh! It seems that Ponyville's having to go through some unscheduled construction because of...Oh, my...That's lewd. See?” says Celestia as she shoves the unintelligible scrawl into your field of view.

“...I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but humanity's written language is nowhere near the same as yours. But I do see a dong in there, so I can only imagine that I really don't want to know,” you deadpan at her as she smiles with amusement at this new information.

“Oh? Well, it looks like my student will have even more to teach you this coming week then! She and her friends are all arriving on the earliest train tomorrow to stay at the castle for a week. Or until everything stops being so sticky. Whichever comes first. Oh and the mare I mentioned earlier who could make you clothes is part of that group,” Celestia nuzzles her cheek into yours before giving you a wide smile, “Oh! And that'll give you the perfect opportunity to experience being shared!”

“Well then. I. I guess if I'm going to be living here, I might as well immerse myself into the culture,” you glance at the pony by your side, “I uh. I don't have to try and find a job here, right? I mean. My field of expertise probably doesn't exist here.”

Celestia suppresses a giggle as she remembers your casual mention of something called a “cum-pew-tor” and she shakes her head appeasingly as she rolls up the scroll in her magic to put away with many others like it, “No, Master. Your job is to fuck me whenever you so please. But, your official title will be 'Royal Consort'. After all, as much fun as it would be to see the looks on everypony's faces were I to declare myself your whorse, I do have to think of my citizens first.”

She nuzzles her cheek against yours as she continues, “I'll pay you in my devotion, nuzzles, kisses, many varieties of dishes for your consumption, personal quarters if you wish to have your own, foals if we can breed and you want them, and if you desire a trinket or luxury of any kind, I AM a Princess first and foremost after your whorse. I think I can handle spoiling my Master if he wishes to be spoiled.”

As Celestia goes on, you find your arms wrapping around her tightly to her excited glee, 'Well, having a sugar mama certainly more than makes up for quite possibly never seeing another human being for as long as I live.'

“Feeling better, Master~?” asks Celestia. At your nod, she gives you a soft kiss on the cheek, “Good. Now where were we?...Oh yes, I remember~. I was just about to suck on my Master's wonderful cock like a good whorse.” For some reason, hearing her say these lewd things just won't get old. You let her go and she eagerly slides down before pouting up at you cutely as she notices your softening length, “I'm sorry for that letter ruining the moment, Master, but I can't leave you unsatisfied, now can I?”

You open your mouth to answer, but quickly let out a loud gasp as she pulls your cock into her mouth and bite your lip as she vigorously works to bring you back to full mast. You marvel at her dextrous lips and long tongue as you lift your hips into her ministrations, your cock hardening to its full size very quickly. She takes this opportunity to wrap her forelegs around your hips and moans softly around her mouthful as you leak a drop of precum onto her tongue, 'Yeeessss, so salty. I'm glad he can recover so quickly so I can taste him more often than any stallion! I will have to find out how quickly in the future.

Celestia lets your length pop out of her mouth, giggling at your look of consternation as she looks your glistening cock up and down, “Mmm. I don't think I'll ever get tired of this amazing cock. I can't wait to see it pounding into my sister.” She begins to kiss and lick up and down your cock almost teasingly slowly. Her lips move around the base almost reverently before she dropped to wrap her long tongue around one of your testicles.

You try not to squirm as your whorse strokes each testicle gently with her tongue, licking up as much of your muskiness as she can. She smiles at the funny faces you're making as she nuzzles her snout into your now-soaked balls before raising up and pulling your leaking cock into her mouth once more. Immediately, she begins to bob up and down with excited vigor, sucking as she moves her head down and dragging her tongue up the underside of your length as she moves her head up.

You groan with pleasure as Celestia lights her horn to massage your balls with her magic and you dig your heels into the bed as you see her look of complete bliss. She feels your eyes on her and moans into your cock as she makes eye contact with you with those big and beautiful pink eyes, gripping your hips tightly to keep you still as she works.

“Goooood whorse. That feels so good. Don't stop~.”

You begin to stroke the back of her head slowly as you feel her eager ministrations bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. You fight to lift your hips in time with her downstroke, but her strong forelegs hold you fast. Your toes curl as you feel that familiar feeling building, “You wanted a taste, whorse? It's coming.”

Celestia smiles around your cock as she pulls it nearly completely out of her mouth and sucks hard on the head as she strokes the underside with her tongue. She maintains her eye contact, practically begging you with her eyes to give her what she wants. You roll your hips in her grip as your orgasm hits and she moans deeply as the first spurt of your essence hits her tongue, 'MMMM~ He tastes divine!' She lets your seed fill her mouth as her magic moves from your balls to your shaft, stroking it up and down to milk you as much as she can.

You pant softly as your orgasm peters off, your throbs slowing as it ebbs. You relax in her strong grip as you watch her closely. You wince slightly as she pulls off with a soft *pop* and your eyes widen as she tilts her head back, 'She didn't...Did she?'

Celestia rolls your seed around in her mouth slowly, enjoying the musky saltiness before she smiles at you and then opens her mouth wide to let you see your seed coating her tongue. She revels in your wide-eyed stare as she closes her mouth smartly and audibly gulps down your cum, opening her mouth once more to show that it's all gone.

“That...That was...Mmph...Good. Very good whorse.”

She smiles proudly at your praise as she finally lets you go and crawls up to you. “So glad I could please you, Master. I simply must be allowed to take you in my mouth more often, especially since you can recover in less than twenty four hours,” she says as she nuzzles into you, smiling happily as your arms wrap around her. She giggles to herself as she watches your previously rock hard member soften, “Oh, before I forget, we'll definitely have to get a doctor give you a physical at some point. I definitely want to make sure my wonderful Master stays healthy.”

You make a face at this, “Ugh, not a fan of that idea, but fine,” and you reach back to grab the blankets, but are stopped by a hoof. You feel yourself and Celestia lift up in her magic and you watch the covers peel back until you both float back down. You smile as you snuggle into her warm furry body and the covers engulf you both, “That is super useful.”

Celestia nods with a giggle before nuzzling her cheek into yours, “Sleep well, Master~.”

“You too, Celestia.”

Day 1

You are groggy and vaguely aware that at some point, your big, fuzzy heater has wandered off. This injustice cannot stand! You will hunt her to the ends of the Earth! Wait, do they call it Earth? You know they have Earth ponies, but. Ah, fuck it. Still sleepy and she'll be back. If she knows what's good for her.

“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead. The sun's up, which means breakfast is on the way.~”

Speak of the devil. She must be insane to think you want to leave the comfort of this amazing bed. You pull a pillow over your head and you faintly hear a tinkling laugh through it. You jump as you feel Celestia climb on top of you and you can't help but smile as you feel her weight press down on you.

“Come on, Master~. Greet the day~.”

That sounds...Really dirty. Especially since she explained yesterday that she basically was the day if she was to be believed. She can control the sun and Princess Luna can control the moon? That sounds a little farfetched. But the butt tattoos they have would make sense if that were the—She just stole your fucking pillow. She's a fucking bitc...That is a pony pussy. That is a very familiar pony pussy over your face, moisture clinging to the dark white lips.

This. This is alright. Celestia lets out a pleased neigh as she feels your hands grip her hips and she nickers as your tongue begins to slowly trace her lips, “Mmm~. Such a wonderful way to greet the day my Master has~.”

Holy shit, this pony pussy tastes amazing. Like. Like what you'd imagine the Pillsbury doughboy's asshole would taste like. Not that you wonder such a thing, but it's the first thing that came to your groggy mind as you taste her sweet, musky vanilla flavor. Your hands drop from her hips to her asscheeks and you begin to massage them slowly as you press your tongue firmly against her lips.

You feel a pressure on your face as your whole world becomes dark. Celestia seems to think your face is her throne. Well, she's suprisingly light for her size, so since she's not crushing you, you might as well enjoy this situation. And teach her the human alphabet while you're at it.

You smile as you hear her moans and neighs fill the room and your hands continue to knead her cheeks firmly as more and more of her arousal leaks into and onto your mouth.

“Mmph, mmm~. So good~. Such tongue twisters~. Yours might not be like a pony's, but it's still wonderfu—HaaaaaAAAAA~!”

Celestia's body seems to lock up as you catch her clit in your mouth mid-wink and you suck on it firmly to keep it from retreating, flicking your tongue against it as you do so. It's a great deal bigger than a woman's, but that just seems make it that much more sensitive. You hear her scream and that's your only warning when you see her lips begin to undulate. And now your face is soaked and all you can smell is her. Well, at least you're not going to have your tongue cramp up on you with a pony. Like that one chick who just. would. not. cum.

Her clit is pulled of your mouth as she straightens up on very shaky legs. Please don't fall. You don't want to die by pony butt, but it would be a decent way to go at this point. You sigh in relief as she turns around. You smirk as you see that her face is flushed and she's snorting breathlessly.

“That. That was dirty, Master~. I'm going to be sensitive all day now. Again.”

She doesn't seem too disappointed though. In fact, she seems quite pleased with that outcome and you shiver as she begins to lick your face in long strokes to clean up the mess she made.

You jump slightly as you hear the door open and you glance around Celestia and her tongue to see a maid bringing in a cart of breakfast goodies. It's a mark of her professionalism that she only stops for about a second to sniff the air and blushes as she notices the two of you, “B-B-Breakfast is s-served, my princess. And...G-guest.” The flustered maid gallops out of the room as quickly as she can.

Celestia giggles with amusement as she squirms against you before whispering into your ear, “Want me to call her back? I'm sure she'd love giving your spear a nice polish while you eat. And from what I can feel, you'd enjoy that too.”

“I'll, uh..I'll pass this time. I don't want to mix my vices and start making an association of happy fun times with food. That'd make for some awkward social situations.”

You push her gently as she giggles a bit louder at your statement, but she crawls off without protest and begins to plate some food for you.

Holy good god damn, those pancakes and waffles were the best you've ever had in your life. Hash browns could've been a bit more...Unhealthy? Is that a thing that you could want? But hey, they were still pretty damn good. The coffee was some serious gourmet shit, it had to be. You made the mistake of asking where the bacon was, but it wasn't as bad as you thought it'd be. Celestia merely looked stunned for half a second before smiling that almost infuriatingly reassuring smile of hers and promising to get some meat in stock for you.

Now that your belly is full, you've washed up, your toga's in full force, and she has her gold...thingies on, you were walking with her towards the throne room and now you've decided to amuse yourself at her expense.

“Soo...Sweetie?”

Her ear turns towards you as she looks at you out of the corner of her eye, “Yes?”

You fight to keep a grin off your face, instead doing your best imitation of her motherly smile, “What's my name? I'm sure I've mentioned it at one point or another, but you seem more keen on calling me...” you spare a glance at the two guards following the both of you and decide to spare her at least that, “pet names.” You keep your imitation of her smile as best you can as she freezes in place with wide, panicked eyes.

“I! Uh! I know it, just!” You never even mentioned it once, but this is just too good. Celestia looks you up and down, presumably to get a feel for your name as it seems ponies' names tend to be thematic, “Uuh. Sweet Buns?” Your smile stays neutral as you laugh on the inside and she keeps guessing, “Uh! Pounding Piston? Nonstop Stamina? Salty Steel? Hotrod?” Her guards are exchanging wide eyed stares at the implications such names could entail and you finally start laughing.

“Not even close, dear.”

Her ears droop sadly and you smile as you hug her, whispering your name into her ear. It takes her a few seconds to register before she looks at you with an odd look and a wrinkled nose, “That...That is a very odd name. Not very fitting either. It describes nothing about you! We should change it. Personally, I'm partial to Hotrod.”

You chuckle at the idea and shrug as you agree. Why the hell not? New home, no past anyone here remembers, new identity. You give her a soft peck on the cheek, “Hotrod it is.”

SO FUCKING BORING! You want to be back in bed so bad. At least that's more entertaining, even by yourself! It was exciting for all of one minute when Princess Celestia officially introduced you as her Royal Consort, Hotrod. The nobles had a shitfit about the bald monkey nailing their ruler for about thirty seconds before her glare shut them up. Well, the vocal ones did at any rate. Some of the others were regarding you with suspicion, some with wonder, and a few with blushing curiosity.

The rest of the time was taken up by some of the stupidest and pettiest problems and requests you've ever heard like this one mare who came in expecting the treasury to front a loan. For a goddamn box of chocolates. What the...WHY?! That better be a damn good box of chocolates. You debate asking for one later just for retroactive spite.

It feels like an eternity before court adjourns for lunch recess right after some fruity looking stallion came in to pitch a business proposal, looking for the Princess to ask any tailors she knows to make frilly panties. Which would be fine. If they weren't going to be marketed just to stallions. He had pictures. Why.

You're looking at the menu you've been given, trying to work up your appetite and to decipher this mad language as Princess Celestia giggles madly to herself.

“I'm just saying, I think the idea had merit, sweetheart. And besides, it's kind of sexy. I'd like to see you in a pair, at least.”

Your blushing, panicked denial of such a plan is cut off by a cluster of excited voices coming from behind the dining room's closed doors. She smiles expectantly, “Oh, that sounds like my Elements arriving. I hope you don't mind, but I invited them to lunch to meet you.”

You watch the doors with an ever-increasing feeling of trepidation before they finally open and in walk six mares. They're about halfway to the table, caught up in their conversation which seems to be about the rumor that the Princess has taken an exotic consort. You resist the urge to laugh as they freeze in place as one as soon as they notice you.

“Hello, ladies. Name's Hotrod and I'm Princess Celestia's Royal Consort.”

An adoring squeal sounds from one of the mares and all you see is a yellow and pink blur as one of them breaks away from the herd. You feel a pair of forelegs wrapping around your shoulders and hear an excited, breathy voice to your right, “Oh my gosh! An intelligent talking monkey! So cute!”

Your attention is taken away from the rest of the mares as they all rush the Princess to question the validity of your claim and you glance down at the yellow Pegasus, immediately finding her heart-stoppingly adorable, “Uuh. Not a monkey, cutey. A human.” She tilts her head cutely, but then smiles up at you sweetly, blushing slightly at the compliment.

“Oh, I've never heard of one of those before. My name's Fluttershy. Are there more of you? Are you really Princess Celestia's consort? Where's your fur? Did some mean pony take your fur?” She scowls hard enough to give a newborn kitten pause before letting out a soft “Eep!” as you gently grab her and place her in your lap. She squirms for a second before nuzzling back into you as she gets comfortable, practically glowing at your acceptance. You answer her questions as best you can as she seems to grow more and more curious about you, glancing over the rest of the mares on occasion.

It isn't long before the flying gay pride flag flaps over to regard you with almost hostile suspicion. She flies around your head slowly before stopping right in front of you yet again. This one doesn't seem to like you. Or just has a stick up her ass. Your suspicions to the former are only confirmed when she says in her scratchy, tomboyish voice that drips with adorable venom, “I've got my eye on you, mister. Don't try anything funny.” Your suspicions to the latter will take a bit more time to confirm or deny as a light scolding from Princess Celestia sends her to her seat.

Fluttershy nuzzles under your chin softly, “Don't mind Rainbow Dash. She's all bark and not so much bite.”

You are about to comment about Rainbow Dash needing to get laid when you feel a pair of forelegs wrap around your shoulders from behind and an excited, preppy voice rings in your ear, “Hi there! I'm Pinkie Pie! Wanna be friends, Mr. Princess Celestia's Royal Consort?” She squeals with a gleeful “Yay!” as you answer affirmatively and you feel her nuzzle into the back of your head before she jumps into a seat next to Rainbow Dash.

The white unicorn with the coiffed violet mane steps over to look you up and down appraisingly before she smiles endearingly at you as she speaks in a refined accent that you assume has got to be fake, “Well, you're certainly easy on the eyes, darling.” Did she just?...Is that a compliment? That has got to be the most backhanded compliment you've ever heard. And then you start to think she didn't mean it that way as she bats her eyelashes at you, “You may call me Rarity. And perhaps later, you can show me your...prowess?” You watch her trot to a free chair, noting that her ass is practically Celestia's in miniature except with diamonds.

The orange Earth pony steps up, offers a simple tilt of her hat, and drawls out, “Howdy, partner. Name's Applejack.” This one's alright by yo—“Mind tickling my fancy later? You look like you could offer this cowgirl a good ride.” You can only give a stunned nod at her blunt and forward nature which makes her give you a smug smile. She then moves on, making sure you're watching her firm backside as she hikes her tail to the side and sends you a wink before sitting next to Rarity.

During all this, the purple unicorn's been in deep conversation with Princess Celestia and she grins with a slightly manic edge as she plants herself next to you, “Hello! I'm Twilight Sparkle, Princess Celestia's personal student! She tells me that you need tutorin—” She's cut off by the look on your face and the finger you're pointing at her, a look of deep confusion on her face.

“YOU! You're the one! You hit me with a scroll last night!”

Immediately, Princess Celestia begins to snicker as she holds in her laughter at your outburst, “Sweetheart, I'll say it again. She didn't know it would hit you.”

Down the table, Rainbow Dash laughs uproariously at the thought. Meanwhile, Twilight tilts her head, “But Spike's dragonfire is supposed to send the scroll to Princess Celestia only. How did it hit...Oh. Oh my.” She blushes as she reaches the obvious conclusion before smiling bashfully at you and pinning her ears slightly, “Sorry about that. It uh. It didn't ruin anything, did it?”

Your outrage is diminished at the sheer cuteness of her look as you fight back a “Hnnng” and you shake your head slowly, “No, you didn't. Not for long anyway. Now go on.”

Twilight's ears perk up again as she seems to be forgiven and she's being allowed to go on, “Well, Princess Celestia tells me that your written language is nothing like ours, so you need tutoring to learn how to read. Oh and after that, I can start teaching you Equestrian customs and history!”

Rainbow Dash scoffs with derision at this revelation, “Can't read? How stupid are you?”

“Shut it, pride parade! At least I can ruminate the complexity of circumlocution without hurting myself and articulate multisyllabically without a reference guide!”

A few giggles here and there as the other mares present reach understanding at varying times. Rainbow Dash looks briefly baffled before her expression very quickly turns to anger, “Shut up and go articulate yourself!” Applejack cuffs her lightly with her hat with “Whoa there, trigger.” and you feel slightly smug before a wing cuffs the back of your head gently.

Princess Celestia smiles at you as she tucks her wing in again, “You too, dear. Now, let's get something to eat and then I'll take my leave to resume Day Court. If you want, you can have my Element provide your entertainment instead of sitting there bored this time.”

You give her a look that clearly says that she's going to be walking funny tomorrow, but nod as you grab your menu. You rest your chin atop Fluttershy's head as she helpfully reads out some of the options to you before you settle on a delicious sounding pasta dish. Lunch passes without further incident.

You're trying not to lose your patience and kick this fussy unicorn in the shins. First she shoos the royal tailor out of the room. You would've liked to know that there was a royal tailor in the first place, but you resolve to bring this up with Princess Celestia later. Maybe she didn't have faith in the mare?

She's been measuring you for clothes for the past ten minutes and you're already getting annoyed at the fact that she keeps measuring over and over and over again. That and she hasn't stopped glancing at your crotch since you took off your toga. The rest of her friends also have no concept of privacy as they stare without shame.

The conversation about your lack of penile sheath was a complete loop of confusion before you just said that it just wasn't something you needed. And you wanted to start screaming when they asked why you had nipples if you weren't a mare. Thankfully, Rainbow Dash went to her room for a nap before this all started so her snide comments were missing.

Thankfully, you're allowed to step off the platform before you're ready to explode and you go to grab your toga sheet. Except it's nowhere to be seen and Applejack is sitting where it was with a very sly look on her face, “Well, partner. Looks like your sheet thingy's gone. Now, I might know where it is, but it'll cost you.”

This pony. This pony knows what she wants and how to get it. You know what? Fine, that's fair. You're game. Hell, if she were here, Princess Celestia would probably be cheering you on.

You glance around to notice that everypony except her has a deep blush on their face, even Rarity who's attempting to keep her attention on her work and who can't stop stealing curious glances. You then smirk at Applejack, “Think you can handle me with your friends watching?” You blink as you notice a quill and notepad in Twilight's magic.

Applejack tosses her hat to Pinkie for safekeeping as she saunters over to you, “Partner, I think I could handle you with a whole stadium watching. Any position you like, I can handle,” and she rubs her hips against you slowly as her tail brushes against your hardening member, “Come on, give me a good ride, sugarcube.”

You seat yourself on one of the waiting area's cushions and lean back against the wall as you pat your thigh, “Well, aren't you a confident one? I'll have you know I had Princess Celestia walking funny all day yesterday.”

Applejack's smile only broadens as she climbs on top of you and places her forehooves on your shoulders, “Belly to belly, huh? Kinky. Well, get yourself ready to back that up, partner. I'm ready when you—” Her voice catches as you grab her well-toned flanks firmly and she begins to nuzzle her cheek against yours, “Ooh. Them hands of yours are good on their own. Can't wait to see what another part of you can do.” She wriggles around slowly as you press your cock in between her cheeks and she moans softly as you forcibly grind her up and down around your rapidly hardening length.

You ignore the scratching of a quill on paper as you whisper into Applejack's ear, “You better have a lot of energy, cowgirl. Because like I've told your princess, you're not done until I'm done.” You shift your hands from her flanks to her hips as you lift her up and press the tip of your cock against her slick entrance. You hold her steady as you pull her down, pushing your firm length into her tight, wet depths and smiling as she moans deeply. You grab her tail and hold it against her hip to allow your audience a better view of her entrance being stretched wide around you.

You gasp as you bottom out, squirming a little as you feel her walls massaging your cock rhythmically. Not just the Princess who can do that then. They all seem to have that wonderful muscle control. You pull her up slowly about halfway before pushing her back down only a little faster.

Applejack leans in to give you a hard, hungry kiss before moaning out in a surprisingly steady voice “Mmm~! Ain't never been handled like this before, partner. Don't be afraid to go rough, either. I like it like that.” Her moans grow louder and mix with deep neighs as you immediately begin to pull her up and down along your cock much faster and harder, “YES! Just like that, partner! Give it to me-eee-AAAH!” Her body locks up as her walls instinctively try to milk your orgasm while hers rocks her core. You don't even slow your pace, your thighs slapping against her flanks with an ever-increasing wetness.

Twilight's eyes widen as she whispers to herself, her flanks shaking slightly as she begins to imagine herself in Applejack's place, “Subject appears to have much higher stamina than the average stallion. Time elapsed: 28 seconds and counting.” Fluttershy has her face buried in Pinkie's nethers, hoping to bring her friend to orgasm quickly so she can do the same in return.

You smile as the revelation that you're still going hits these mares and they each realize exactly why their Princess loves you so much. Especially Applejack as she buries her head in the crook of your neck moaning and neighing. She begins to push herself down when you hilt, relishing each time your balls slap against her. The combined smell of all these mares' arousal drives you on faster and faster and the wet slaps drive you harder and harder.

Applejack practically screams out another moan as another orgasm hits her like a runaway cart and her pussy attempts to milk you once more in vain. You feel her begin to lose steam in your grip, her muscles loosening as the multiple orgasms begin to take their toll. Twilight has completely dropped her pen and paper, but her horn remains lit as she moans. She must be using her magic on herself. Hot. Pinkie and Fluttershy have switched positions and Rarity is following Twilight's lead, using her magic to bring herself to a heated orgasm.

You moan as you feel your orgasm approaching rapidly now and you continue to basically use Applejack as a fucktoy, “Mmm. Getting close now. Do you want me to paint your insides or do you want a glaze on your apple bottom?”

She pants and snorts as she shakes in your grip, “In-Inside. Please. Cum for me.”

That's all you needed to hear. You stir your hips as you thrust her up and down in short, swift strokes before you finally hilt into her one last time. You let out a low moan as your cock throbs and twitches inside her, your cum spilling into her thick and hot.

Applejack lets out a long, low sigh of mixed relief and pleasure as she wriggles weakly in your grip, “Mmmmm~. You weren't kiddin', part-partner. I'm definitely going to be walkin' funny after I can feel my legs again.”

You hiss softly as your sensitive length slides out of Applejack's stretched pussy. You then lift her up and spread her cheeks to show her friends her leaking pussy, “Who's next?”

TBC...

Author's Note

Feel free to point out any errors I've made.

Also, two chapters because I didn't plan ahead much further than "WRITING, GO!"

As an aside: No, I do not hate Rainbow Dash, she's just being hostile because I find it funny that she's being hostile. That and aggressive sex is sure to happen.