Princess gets what Princess wants

“No, my mane and tail are like this because of my affinity with the Sun. It’s been like this since before modern shampoo was invented.” She said, an amused look on her face as she snuggled into Bashing’s back. “If you need to borrow mane gel or shampoo you can feel free to use the stuff in there. If you don’t mind smelling like cake or almonds, at least.”

Bashing and Celestia had spent a long time that evening, just talking. Getting to know more about one another, and about what their time together would be like.

“Thank you, Princess.” He humbly replied. “So, about the rune on my dorm wall…”

“No, I can’t peek or listen through it. But with a little effort I could make it glow, and you can use it to teleport into my suite.”

“Ah. Then, how do I teleport with it?”

“Touch your cutie mark to the circle for about six seconds and in a flash you’ll appear on that rug.” She pointed to a round rug in an open space. “I specifically keep that rug clear for ponies to teleport onto it in emergencies. Hopefully there aren’t any emergencies when my tongue is deep in your ass.”

"..."

Celestia looked down at him in concern. “You tensed up. Are you afraid?”

Buckler cringed. “Actually, a little. Your tongue left my butt feeling really tender. And it’s, ah, something I’ve never experienced before.”

“Awwh,” she cooed, darkly smiling as she nuzzled him. Her breath is nice this time. Fruity. “I’m sure you’ll learn to love it.” She punctuated that by dragging her tongue from his neck up to his cheek, making him gasp. "Mmmh. Tell me more about what you felt last night. What was it like when our muzzles first touched?"

He relaxed noticeably, "It was intense. I was so nervous. Still reeling about the proposition. And you held your face so close to mine for so long..."

"How sweet." Celestia doted. "What was it like when I first started touching your rump?"

Buckler's relaxation was interrupted by the remembered stress. He was tempted to fib, but she would absolutely know better. "It was, uncomfortable. The way you touched and rubbed my rump. It was embarrassing, emasculating. Especially when you first spread my flanks apart and said you weren't interested in my penis."

"Mmmh~! Could you blame me?" she asked, clearly flustered from the discussion as her nuzzles rubbed about his jawline and neck. Steamy, fruity breath tickled his upper chest. "With your sexy rump I can barely control myself." she smiled evilly into his neck as she felt him wiggle in embarrassment; goading her to hug him tighter to her chest. "What was it like when you started cumming?"

"It was..." he paused, savoring the cuddles and being quite pensive as he considered the question. "It was the most intense orgasm of my life." he admitted.

"Well,Bashing, I'm not one to toot my own horn but you've bagged yourself quite the skilled lover. When I put in the time and effort onto you, I can make you cum like never before. Last night's climax was extra strong because I'd kept you on the edge for so long." she said, smirking as she spoke right into his ear.

"B-but Celestia, you didn't finish last night..."

She rolled her eyes, keeping the smug smile as she spoke. "I'm not doing all this in order to get orgasms, honey. I'm doing all this for fun. And of course sometimes I'm going to need release - when those times happen I'll let you know what's expected of you. But, were you to take the initiative, I might be amicable.... I wonder if you could make me cum by using your tongue on my anus. Of course mares don't have prostates, so it'd be quite a challenge for a beginner."

"Would you, um, want that tonight?" He inquired, not really onboard with the idea at all.

"No, my dear. I haven't taken the hygienic precautions. And I don't really feel like that anyway."

"..."

“Well, my little pony… is there anything else you want to ask before we play?”

“N-no, Princess.”

Celestia shut her eyes and kissed him on the lips, making Buckler’s head freeze and his heart flutter. Were the circumstances different, he’d probably faint from this occurrence. His opinion of her jaded significantly from smelling his own asshole on her breath the night before. Even so, her abilities as a kisser were legendary. Bashing’s tongue was quickly corralled into a dance, mashing against her stronger tongue as their lips sucked against each other. Firmly under her spell, Buckler was whisked into an embrace until finding himself lying on top of Celestia on her bed. Part of his head childishly giggled as he’d never thought that he might make out with the sun princess. Apparently that part of him wasn’t keeping up with everything.

“Do you know what I want?” the goddess asked him with a sultry gaze.

“… My butt?” he asked, unhappy about where this was going.

“Mmmhmmmm~” Celestia nodded, her expression looking oddly catlike as she looked at him. As the stallion started to move, she amended her request. “Sit on my face.”

Buckler stood and turned around, straddling his hind legs on either side of Celestia’s head. He looked back and squatted, feeling his sack graze the fur of her muzzle. The noise of her giggling in anticipation was pleasant, and he felt a twinge of excitement despite the whole anal experience that was sure to come.

He lowered his body farther, and just before he rested his plot on the mare’s mouth he heard her deeply inhale. Celestia’s muzzle wedged between his flanks until her nose rested firmly in the flesh between his anus and his tail’s base. He could hear (and now feel) her humming lustily with her mouth trapped under his ass. This was an odd experience for the stallion. Titillating in the same alien way, but physically uncomfortable. He would expect this to be a lot more pleasant were it a normal mare’s face: one that’s not as narrow as Celestia's elegant snout.

He was drawn out of this speculation when he felt a textured tentacle of a tongue drag against his sensitive pucker. Her hooves, unshod for the evening, grasped his cutie marks and squished his buttcheeks against the sides of her face; pulling down on his weight so more of it would bury her. ‘she really loves asses, eh…’

The earth pony looked down and saw how red and glisteningly moist the mare’s vagina was. The sight made him a lot more aroused than everything going on with his ass. Finally, some conventional sex to engage in! he leaned forward, though still kept her snout trapped between his cheeks (not that he had a choice with her hooves holding his ass in place) he reached a hoof down and touched her pussy.

The princess often wore a stone face in common parlance, impossible to read. But right now she had quite the tell: Her hips wiggled in a surprised, excited manner when she felt his hoof on her snatch. He started pawing and rubbing at her clunge a little more adventurously, urged onward by her obvious pleasure. About then is when he started to notice the scent of her arousal, fogging his head and making him a lot less nervous about this exchange. Buckler froze for a moment as a familiar tongue penetrated his private hole, trying to ignore it in favor of the juicy vagina in his hooves. He wanted to taste her. Badly.

Bashing attempted to lean down, but the princess’s long body was too big for him to successfully 69 without her bending her neck for him. He tried to just move forward as a wordless instruction, to let him lie on her tummy and get his mouth some access to her pink treasure. In response, her white hooves firmly held fast; her face refusing to be freed from beneath his furry asscrack. She clearly wanted to remain buried under his fuzzy plot; willing to forgo any attention on her vagina.

He panted, boner throbbing idly for a moment. He started to rub her vagina with a hoof again as he pondered how to proceed. She wouldn’t give up on this facesitting kick. How could he satisfy that while getting to taste her cunny? Buckler shifted his hind legs and crossed his ankles behind Celestia’s neck, trapping her head *very* firmly against his buttcrack. Apparently she took this as a sort of permission to go ham on his anus, because she hummed in perverted delight and her tongue’s efforts deep inside his butthole seemed to double. Over and over her greedy licker punched him in the prostate, but he wasn’t very near a climax.

Bashing leaned forward once again, keeping his ankles hooked behind her head so her snout would remain firmly trapped in his buttcrack. Instead of parting his rump from his 'seat', he moved the mare's head forward and down. This time she seemed satisfied with the pressure, acquiescing to his moevements as he moved forward. The stallion was lying on her, belly to belly now, and she squealed into his anus as she felt his tongue finally slurp her vulva. Bashing drooled like a madpony, desparate for a comparatively normal bout of sexual interaction. He stuck his tongue out and gave her flower another good, firm lick; parting her outer lips and making her start winking down there. He stole lick after lick, kiss after kiss, of her gorgeous princess pie.

He tried giving her a taste of her own medicine, pulling her mons with his hooves to spread her vagina before he slid his tongue across it lightly. Though he grunted and struggled to use finesse, he managed to write with his tongue tip. Her folds quivered and squished in a way that made his dick throb against her chest, and he often paused to let out a moan; his eyes rolling back before continuing. He was too lost in sexual haze to decipher her taste, but as far as he was concerned it was pure honey and ambrosia. Desparately trying to ignore the thick tongue up his anus, the stallion couldn't focus enough to make random strings of letters. The pattern turned to a repeating sentence 'I-H-A-V-E-A-L-A-Y-S-L-O-V-E-D-Y-O-U-P-R-I-N-C-E-S-S' but with more than a few misspellings and repeated letters.

Unable to withstand much longer as her groaning mouth kept on gobbling his anus, (and her tongue kept thrashing his prostate) Bashing went for gold and stuck his horse tongue inside her pussy as deep as he could manage. He slurped and swallowed and sucked at the moist vagina like it was the last meal he’d ever get. One hoof reached around her luscious thigh to grope at one of her golden cutie marks, while the other hoof clumsily pawed circles about the mare's pretty pink nipple that showed from under her snowy fur.

The stallion’s eyes went crossed as the constant pressure on his prostate brought him to his end. His hips were rocking, as though he was pushing his ass rhythmically against Celestia’s mouth; begging for her to fuck him with her tongue. His asshole, not as strained as on the first night, squeezed tightly around her tongue with rhythmic pulses. His dick, basically forgotten, was flared and pressed tight between his belly and her chest. Jizz started to spew forth in jets; a moderately potent load making a mess between the pair’s torsos as he rode out a nice anal orgasm. The second anal orgasm of his life. He rode that out, panting and groaning with his snout pressed against to her vagina, for several seconds before he stopped cumming and could continue pleasing her snatch.

He returned to Celestia’s pussy, hopeful to end their engagement quickly. He brought his lips to her winking clit and immediately tried to suckle on it really hard. He heard her sort of yelp into his ass, her hind legs shaking powerfully as evidence that he was doing well. With his back legs still bracing her face into his plush posterior, Buckler put one forehoof onto the clenching vagina and rubbed it side to side. His lips lost hold of her clitoral hood and he struggled to get it back into his oral grasp, while Celestia's front hooves were pushing on his rump weakly. He was too focused in trying to get her off to notice her feeble attempt to get him off of her face. In no time at all, feminine slick started to squirt out of her vagina - moistening his face and causing him to shut one eye. The fact that he brought her to orgasm was a serious point of pride. Something he hoped never to forget.

Trying to pleasure her through the climax, Buckler suckled and rubbed her pussy much more gently than a moment ago. The way she shivered and shuddered under him was inspiration to help her milk pleasure out of this climax. Perhaps the first orgasm she'd had in a while, considering the things she said earlier. The winking and convulsions of her privates died down a lot but inexplicably intensified again. Perhaps it was an aftershock, or he managed to bring Celestia into a second climax already. Her back arched under him, hind legs splayed wide as she squirted another volley onto his muzzle. Celly's unshod hooves still held his butt.

Once she stopped squirting into his face, he released her clit and dismounted his plot from her muzzle. He noticed the lewd feeling of her tongue being pulled out of him, but he didn't realize that she was lying eerily still. Confident that they’d just bathe in the morning, he just snuggled into her side and readied to sleep. Celestia seemed to be real worn out from the two orgasms, since she just lie limply beside him. The sound of her deep breathing made him assume she was already asleep. Satisfied and proud, Bashing tucked his damp face into her shoulder and pulled the bedding haphazardly over their bodies.

Maybe, just maybe, this is the best job ever.