Morning arose over the Principality of Equestria. Despite no input whatsoever from that happy land’s Sovereign, the sun rose into the sky just the same.
Twilight Sparkle, number one student to her glorious Highness Princess Celestia of Stuff banged on the royal bedroom door with an impatient hoof.
“Your Neckcellency! Your people are awaiting your address!”
There was nothing from the room but a faint sound, like a fat horse turning over in bed. Twilight knocked again. Still nothing. Outside was the hum of a crowd of over six billion ponies getting bored.
“You have to make the Winter Wrap Up Well Done Peasants speech! Please, your napefulness!”
There remained no reply. Twilight paused, her hoof on the door handle somehow. She was reluctant to go in, she knew what that could so easily lead to – but if the filthy mud ponies outside got mad...
Her mind made up, Twilight trotted into the royal bedchamber. There on the bed was a huge goosefeather duvet-covered mound like a really big marshmallow. The leader of Equestria.
“Your Cakeness!”
A white head emerged from under the duvet, like a seductive moray eel. “Yes, Twilight?”
“Your Rumpness, the dirty smelly peasants outside have been waiting for you for over...” – Twilight checked her watch – “for over fourteen years. If you don’t tell them jolly well done for shovelling all the shit that they shovel then they’re liable to get really salty!”
“Oh, but Twilight,” said Celestia in a voice as soothing as above room-temperature Gak, “you know I need a little something to get me going in the morning.”
“Oh no! No no no! There’s no time! If we don’t...”
A full six feet of shining white neck snaked out from the bed. Twilight felt her mouth go dry.
“There’s always time, Twilight. Am I not supreme ruler of Equestria?”
“Yes,” admitted Twilight, sweating cobs, “but the people...”
“Let them wait.”
Twilight looked at the beautiful eyes gazing into her own... so clear, and yet always with the mouth actually drawn over them. Seriously, the mouth was drawn over the eyes. Why? Why did that make Twilight so aroused? She made one last, final, pathetic attempt to resist.
“Please... we mustn’t...”
The last of Twilight’s reluctance melted away as the royal horse extended another twenty-five feet of incredible neck. Soft and swan-like, it undulated around Twilight’s waist like an exotic dancer’s drunken python.
“Just let it happen, Twilight. You always do in the end anyway.”
Twilight closed her eyes as the ecstasy of the neck’s caress consumed her. She felt herself getting wet and wild. She suddenly wanted to beg the Princess to take her, do what she wanted with her, use her as her own personal toy, make her do the washing-up, perform unspeakable acts of oral sex on her, get her to fill in her tax returns, burn them and them have to do them all over again. She swallowed.
“Oh Princess! Take me! Take me now!”
She gasped as she felt the Princess enter her deeply, pressing home all sixty feet of muscular neck.
“This is why you’re my special student Twilight,” she heard a rather muffled voice say from somewhere around her liver. “You’re the only pony who can take all of my neck.”
“Yes! I can take it! I can take it all!”
Twilight’s tiny body shuddered under the sudden onslaught. Again and again the Princess sent waves of wobbly neck movement into Twilight, which in turn sent waves of forbidden pleasure through the innocent pony. Hard to believe that she had been a virgin when her parents had sold her to the Princess for six bits and a box set of C.H.i.P.s. Celestia had trained her well and now she rode the rainbow as if she was born to it.
“Celestia! I – I can’t help it... I’m going to...”
“Me too, Twilight. Hold on. Hold on...”
“Oh! Oh!”
“Just another minute!”
“Oh, Princess! I feel like my clitoris is going to explode!”
“I know honey, but just hang on one...”
“Oh let me come, Princess! Please! I beg you!”
“Yes, in a minute I said – I haven’t quite...”
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
“Nearly there!”
“Uh! UH! UH! UH!”
“And... yep... no, wait... here it is... nearly... nearly... nearly... and THERE GOES THE MONEY SHOT!”
“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!”
It was like being eaten alive by a sentient sponge cake, like jumping off a bridge a fraction of a second after you couldn’t remember if you fed the cat this morning or not, like setting fire to your own hair to impress an entire field full of cows. Twilight’s maregasm rocked her world like a rock rocking on a rocking chair.
When the last wave of pleasure had finally coursed through her, she fell back onto the crumpled bed, exhausted. The Princess smiled down at her.
“That was lucky, Twilight. I don’t think I could have held my breath much longer.”
“I love you, Princess,” Twilight whispered.
“Yeah, that’s great. Can you get out though, I got stuff to do. You know how it is.”
“But what about the peasants?” asked Twilight, at the same moment noticing how quiet it suddenly was outside.
“I think they left when they heard you come.”
“They heard that?”
“Twilight, there’s a deaf Inuit with a head cold in Alaska that heard it.”
Twilight blushed deeply.
“How embarrassing!”
With a flex of her neck, Celestia spanked Twilight’s flank.
“Go on, number one student. Get out. Make way for number two.”
“Number two?”
“Yeah, you’re number one – just to get my neck warmed up. Then I ravish students two, three, four and five. Every morning without fail.”
A pang of jealously stabbed Twilight’s lavender heart. “Who are they?”
With a alarming crash, the bedroom doors suddenly flew back revealing a magnificent figure illuminated there.
“Har har!” it said, “Behold! For students two, three, four and five are all the magnificent – Trrrrrrixie!”
“Fuck!” said Twilight.
THE END
