Chapters Princess gets what Princess wants
Bashing Buckler's heart was thumping like a quartet of bongo drummers as he scampered up from the Guard Barracks mailroom. Such urgent mail. Such urgent tone. wow. Celestia had discovered his participation in the High Imperious Church - a controversial cult that loudly (yet harmlessly) preaches doctrine about the deific status of the sun princess. Which is a stance she has repeatedly disavowed despite her godlike longevity, might, and stature. And now that his closet zealotry was found out, his career as a Royal Guard Sergeant was at risk. The stallion had, per request of the letter, left his glamoured uniform armor; leaving him unmasked. His true colors shone: a dark grey coat and his mane a short shock of hot pink. (it runs in the family.) His toned body, of average size for an earth pony, rushed up countless flights of stairs, scurrying towards the most dreaded of meeting rooms for any guard. The place so secluded and unofficial that one knows he is in major trouble. An equivalent to a principal’s office to a foal… except for guardstallions.
He arrived to her wing of the castle, still racking his head over what could happen - how he ought to respond. His scamper eased to a sort of trot, letting the poor stallion regain his breath as the posted Color Guards parted to let him enter. Before he could knock, the door opened in a familiar golden glow. "Sergeant Buckler. Come and sit." Celestia said, giving a final squint to a mysterious scroll before setting it aside. As the earth pony sat across from her upon a cushion twice his size, she gazed at him neutrally. "It has come to my attention that you are an adherent of the High Imperious Church..." Buckler nodded, unable to meet her gaze. He didn't notice where her eyes lingered; too timid to view her face. "Well. lucky for you, Equestria practices freedom of religion. So I'm unable to try and convert you. Or fire you. That said, you will no longer be serving as sergeant."
He had heard tell of colonels being demoted to quartermasters over this offence. "What will my new position be?"
"A fine question.” She started before standing from her cushion. The princess could be heard by her hooves clacking on the floor. “To be honest, you are a special case. Unlike other adherents , you have some qualities that I can find useful alongside that zealous loyalty."
He felt light headed. Wha? Could it be that he isn’t ruined? That his heretical opinion of her isn’t yielding the expected rebuke?He finally looked up from his hooves and noticed where her eyes had been staring. His cutie mark? "M-my special talent?"
"No." she replied, approaching him. "This may come as a shock, but no matter what happens, you will tell nopony about my offer. For you’ll know that punishment would follow." He nodded. "You can refuse my proposition to return as a lowly private, assigned to guard patrols forever, with little chance of advancement. Or, you can accept my offer and be my concubine." she calmly continued her trotting, circling around him. "You will be paid, fed, and definitely loved... but you will be under my control."
She saw dumbfounded shock on his muzzle as the offer sank in. No wonder she didn't want him to speak of it. "Now, Buckler. I know it's shocking. I haven't had a harem in the last few hundred years; trying to get a sort of 'pure' or 'wholesome' image as the figurehead of our country.” She lowered her head, getting muzzle-to-muzzle with him to force some eye contact.”It backfired, as the booty calls I try and get on the sly keep getting too intimidated.”
"Buh, my Princess... Why me?"
Her eyes, calm and kind, told him that she was pouting; though he couldn't see her mouth while this close. "Well," she started. "Your participation in the church is a big part. If I'm not mistaken, it instills loyalty and devotion. Are you loyal and devoted to me?"
He couldn't nod fast enough. Though with their muzzles so close she quietly feared their faces bonking together.
"As I'd thought. You really hold such a high opinion of me. And even though it's not acceptable among the guard, I can still appreciate how much you care." She took a breath, and appeared to refocus her thoughts; tilting her face in a knowing or cheeky expression. "The other reason I've chosen you is because of your looks. A suitably handsome muzzle, a build that meets my tastes, and I already know you're quite fit. Most acolytes that get uprooted from my guard are on the wrong end of middle-aged... or have wives already. Please don't think me too shallow."
The earth stallion looked down, altering the intimate closeness between their faces for him to chew on the thoughts. Is it really that simple? Is he that lucky to be the first handsome face among those faithful souls? Should he accept the offer? He felt doubt in his belly, telling him to be wary of any big, sudden decisions. This was quickly squashed by the warm, bright faith in his worldview - eager to please and serve the being he literally worshiped. Meeting her gaze once more, with a thin sheet of steel determination, he spoke.
"Princess, I accept."
Celestia smiled in a craven way, holding his obedient eye contact as the coat on her muzzle grazed his. A tide of suppressed depravity was already churning in the solar mare - Depravity born of her centuries-long sexual prime, sought to flood ashore and wash away this poor, unfortunate soul. Buckler was only slightly concerned about her half-crazed gaze, hopeful that he would be sufficient for her needs. "Then let's begin.” She started, beginning a light canter. “After I'm done with you this evening, you will get another chance to decline my offer."
Celly's magic grabbed his body and levitated him like a nervous (and excited) plush doll over to her big pink bed. Buckler found himself standing on the foot of the bed, with Celestia sitting upright behind him. The magic grip died, letting him look back. He was about to turn to face her and sit, expecting some kisses or other face-to-face quality time.
"Don't turn around." she said, making him shudder a bit with confusion and nervousness. Her tone was very strict. Buckler whined a little when he felt an unshod, white hoof start to touch his flank, massaging his rump with obvious interest. mental images of the Princess sprouting a cock and mounting him made him fear some impossible truth of his goddess as she groped and massaged his butt. "Present yourself." she ordered, smile growing even more sultry as the stallion spread his hind legs and lifted his tail like a good little bitch. "What's wrong, Buckler?" she teased, hooves playing with his ass a little more roughly now as she feasted her eyes on his bare back side. Healthy, heavy nuts dangled from his groin, and no doubt his member hung stiff already.
"You're, uh, touching my rump...?" the stallion asked, wincing as the princess chuckled. He didn't know why he felt like this could have been decent... but at the moment he felt very naked.
"What, you thought I was interested in your cock ? No. I've got my sights on something else..." she ominously said, her snow white nose touching the base of his tail. The princess exhaled, her heavenly warm alicorn breath washing across the stallion's virgin butthole and down his crease to his sack. She hummed deviantly, smirking as she let her intentions sink in and she let her shut lips press gently against his pucker. Despite Buckler's throbbing erection that now pounded against his own belly, he felt somehow violated. She wanted his rear of all things, and went so far as to reject his stallionhood. So matter-of-factly as well. The emasculated concubine let a squeak as he felt her tongue; long, thick, damp, and hot, drag from his hanging sack up his plot. The slippery mouth muscle wedged its way up his crack and didn't spare his anus. The lick ended at his dock, giving the violated colt no time before she went in and repeated the perverted slurp. He felt Celestia's face move more, nuzzling his flank and giving a needy exhale. Her lips met his left flank and gave it a long, tight kiss. "Your plot tastes nice." she said in a voice that further buried his old opinions of the sun mare. Her visage sullied in spit and perversion, Celestia gave his inexperienced hole a firm, circular lick before she rested her chin on his rump. "I think I'll be eating it quite often."
The stallion's hips wobbled as he reeled, trying to wrap his head around the insane course of events. His pucker squeezed in futility. He looked back, seeing her smug face resting her chin upon his lower back. "Y-you, you want to toy with my butt and nothing else…?" he asked pitifully, cowed by the playful and mad look in her gorgeous eyes. He hadn't signed on for ass worship... At least not being the recipient of it!
"Wonderful idea." she replied as though it were a suggestion. The alicorn's tongue licked her lips, making him want to wince again before she lifted her chin from his back. Celestia's hooves got back to kneading his rump, then spreading his flanks forcefully East and West. With his crack spread wide, he felt humiliated. The knowing gaze of this superior being, staring square at his anus of all places... And she saw it like a toy. A fleshy, pliant object for her to tease and stare at. Worse was the twinge of horny excitement in Buckler's core, telling him that any contact, if lewd, was good. The base urges within him conflicted against the faded intuition that told him that he should be the stallion . To his brain, if either ass would get such treatment it should be hers!
“Try and be silent while I enjoy myself.” Celestia snorted, mouth moving into the presented opening in his defenses. She puckered her lips and gave a none-too chaste smooch to the stallion's asshole, tickling his forbidden space with affection and the somewhat dampened fur of her muzzle. Her mouth remained there, pressed lip-to-hole, as she moaned and suckled tenderly on the object of her attention. After about a minute of this perverse lip-lock, she snorted, steamy air jetting out her nostrils and ruffling some of the concubine's tail. Either from the exposure or from the odd sensation of her snort, Buckler gave off an unwilling moan.
Celestia's ear twitched. "That was cute, plaything, but I said to be quiet. I'm trying to enjoy a meal." she chastised, magic alighting. Buckler's blood turned to ice as her telekinetic grip wrapped around his dangling testes, giving his ripe, heavy apples a mild tug (just for attention, without any force.) "Now, I'm sure you won't make so much as a peep until I'm done tasting my favorite dish." she threatened before shutting her eyes and putting her tongue to work. Completely intimidated, Buckler stayed stiff and stifled his breathing. It was tough, but he obediently stayed quiet as she licked his treasured hole. But it kept going and going... For minutes on end, Celestia's licks traced random patterns on him. Like a cunnilingus trick he'd read about, she seemed to be writing text with her tongue. Her taste buds firmly slipped across his increasingly sensitive asshole, often tugging him open momentarily as her licks pressured and pulled the rim. It was starting to feel good. Really good. Not that he would admit it, but her expert mouth was making him shudder and grit his teeth, erection bumping repeatedly against his tummy.
Taking him by surprise, Celestia punctuated her third iteration of the equestrian alphabet by pushing her tongue tip inside. Even if just by an inch or two, she successfully made him squirm and squeak. No amount of mental preparation would have kept him from making that noise. With a cruel smirk, the ass-tasting alicorn emmitted a faux grunt of annoyance at him. Before he could mess it up further by apologizing, she used the magic (still gently wrapped around his stones) and gave a hearty tug. The pain from this was short and mild, but it put the fear of God(dess) into the stallion, feeling his vulnerable parts exploited to control him. By hitching his throat, Buckler was able to stay as silent as a falling feather as Celestia's tongue cruelly invaded his back door once more. With his mouth now open in a silent scream of admirable discipline, her tongue slithered inside; rooting around like a lazy snake looking for a mouse in a warren. Celestia's tongue was looking for something, and after seven seconds she found her quarry.
Celly hummed in delight before slapping Buckler's rump with a hoof and pulling her tongue out until just the narrow tip remained inside him. She started using her neck to bob her head, stuffing her thick licker right up his boypussy to simulate a stallion's careless thrusts. On the fifth tonguefuck, Celestia tilted her mouth muscle to push against Buckler's secret button; that knot of flesh that she wanted to memorize. She'd be playing with that little bump a lot in the future.
The alicorn's magic grip on her victim's family jewels dissipated as she was currently fixated on her tongue-based anal conquest. She continued ploughing his back door for an unclear amount of time. He'd arrived per her summons at sunset, but by now the sky was dark and starry. All the talking and teasing took time... how long has it been since she first laid lips on him?... When the sexual blur on her mind defogged, she felt like she needed to stop. Her mouth sore, her neck stiff, and her pussy throbbing and wet.
"Mmmgh." Celeatia moaned, her perverted side still showing in full force as she bathed the poor stallion's anus in her divine spit. "You know, after getting a taste... I think I'll cancel that chance for you to back out of this arrangement." She removed her face from his back side, finding that his front legs had given out a while ago; his chest pressed to the comforters.
The poor colt was dominated already. The Princess really had him on a string, given how drippy and needy and weak he appeared. She admired her handiwork, seeing his hole nice and wide open; flexing. He wouldn't try to leave, and even if he made a move, she'd quickly trap him in magic or overpower him.
"Oh I'm sorry my little pony... You didn't cum?" she asked, enveloping his strained body in glow before turning him softly to lie on his back. It looked like he was about to burst, and probably had been in this state for a while. But his inexperience with anal stimulation meant he couldn't get off so easily. "Well, I'll help you if you promise to be a good little plaything."
The drippy, shaky stallion nodded instantly, desparate for release. Celestia smiled her normal, motherly smile before dipping her head down. Since he was now on his back, she was treated to the feeling of his sack resting on her muzzle as she put her mouth back 'where the sun don't shine'.
"What a nice mare I am. Even with my neck stiff and my mouth sore I'll help my servant finish." She said, her flushed face holding her obsessive expression. With absolutely no resistance, Celestia's wriggling licker slipped back inside the stallion's loose back door and started promptly abusing his prostate. Her mouth muscle slithered in more of those obscure patterns, only while deep inside him this time. Corkscrews and the Equestrian alphabet tantalized him, stirring him up inside. And of course, she paused these ministrations often to firmly push his button, making him grunt and shudder. Her lips were planted around his very puffy pucker, sucking on it with her tongue inside simultaneously, like she was violating a jelly donut by its injection hole.
Celestia could really get a stallion off quick, it seems; at least as long as she’s trying to satisfy instead of just playing for her own amusement. On the fifteenth tonguetip punch to his prostate, Buckler made a feminine sound and started to seize. His ass clenched weakly around its slippery invader, and his forgotten cock slapped around- head flaring. Cum splattered out of him in a seriously potent load, getting all over his chest as she kept wringing out his overused ass.
For about a minute, her tongue tip kept prodding and massaging his prostate to make sure he shot every drop he could. Once his orgasm ended, she parted from his reddened anus with a soft kiss.
"You belong to the Sun now, Buckler. Isn't it nice? I'll use your flank as a pillow at night. I'll stuff my tongue deep inside you until you shoot blanks. I'll give kisses and licks and hickeys all over your body, except for your penis." she promised, emboldened by her previously hidden depravity. "I'll spank you 'til your flanks are bright red, then lick you until your pussy is red too." She was above him now, tenderly nuzzling at his face in an oddly motherly fashion. He couldn't manage to wince, but he noticed that her muzzle absolutely stank of his ass.
“Y-yes, my Goddess. I am yours.” He said, numbed by afterglow yet internally concerned about what he’d just spoken. He was devout, but was he so faithful to give in after such a shocking encounter? Or was that the orgasm talking?
“Alright, my little pony.” The white mare replied, lying to his side with her legs wrapped around him. Her soaked face pressed against his affectionately. “It’s time that we rest. In the morning you can learn more about your new role.”
Celestia’s eyes shut, her superior body snuggled into him without any consideration for hygiene. With her face covered in spittle and his torso splashed in semen, she simply magicked her lanterns off and set to sleep.
Princess gets what Princess wants
Bashing Buckler honestly stayed awake for most of the night, trying to think through his predicament. Part of him was scared, and wanted to find a way to quit. To plead and cease… but he wasn’t sure if Celestia would let him. Another part of him was happy, feeling like he would accept sexual encounters with his Goddess no matter what. His masculinity clashed against his sex drive, unsure whether he should tolerate sex if it’s going to be pointedly focused on penetrating his ass: something he was never interested in. He’d never even been keen on ploughing a mare’s back door. Perhaps he was just old fashioned.
At one point last night his attention was drawn to his mistress, who was cuddling him like a teddy bear to her heavenly soft chest. The perpetually moving stripes of pale green, pink and blue brushed against him in their beauty. Her face showed a placid, happy expression. Was she dreaming? He felt like he was doing a good thing, in service to her majesty. He grew in resolve at this realization, leaning further towards the decision he’d made before: to remain in her service as concubine.
And then he got another whiff of her breath, which of course remained disgustingly pungent – reminiscent of his asshole. By the time Buckler faded into light sleep, he hadn’t made any final decision.
-~*~-
Three and a half hours after drifting into troubled sleep, Buckler awoke in Celestia’s bed. Alone. He found his body still messed, disgustingly crusted and sticky from the fluids of last night. He blearily looked around for his Princess, finding no movement at all. The hearth was cold and the room was tidy. The only light was from the morning sun peering into the large balcony window.
…the morning sun…
So Celestia must be up and about, doing her routine already. In part, the stallion was relieved. He was smart enough to notice that his princess didn’t achieve a climax of her own last night. He distinctly remembered the warmth of her puss pressed into his leg as she snoozed; and he expected a command to satisfy her in the morning.
Rather than that, all he found was a parchment lying prominently on a table with a glass of yellow liquid beside it. He smelled the opaque drink, identifying it as orange juice. The glass was half-filled and there were crumbs on the table. Remains of a breakfast! Buckler shook his head free of the amusing thought to read the note.
Buckler, Today will be your first official day as my concubine. Naturally, there are going to be rules. You will let nopony know anything about your new career. (you are going to be my little secret until I’m certain the public won’t freak out about this.) You will do as I say to the best of your ability, and never lie to me. You will uphold a regiment of hygiene and exercise, to keep your body attractive. Also, make sure to regularly clean your ass for me. Sick and twisted I may be, but I don’t want to taste any filth. You can use a douche of mine from the bottom drawer of my westernmost cabinets, and any sex toys therein. Help yourself.
Regarding duties: Today at two P.M. you will meet a miss Dust Pan in the sitting room of my wing in the palace. She will tell you about the other side of the job. She will be your ‘official’ boss, so treat her as such. She will not know about the lewd side of your job, so be careful in conversation. Until you meet Dust Pan you are expected to bathe thoroughly and groom. Try and look sharp to meet your new manager. Food ought to be in the sitting room.
Regarding playtime: You probably figured out that I’m a bit fixated on some exotic fetishes. These days, I’m very interested in anilingus. Of course other positions and techniques will find their way into my bedchambers, but as long as your rump is so delectable I’m going to want to play with it. Whatever you’ve been doing to keep that figure, keep doing it if at all possible.
Playtime, cont’d: I’m a very busy mare, so I’m going to be taking a lot of time out of my sleep schedule in order to romp with you. Make sure you’re prepared to change your sleep schedule accordingly. Dust Pan will be able to arrange your work hours in the morning, midday, or late afternoon. Set it up to your preferences so you’ll be available to me between eight P.M. and midnight. I will not play with you *every* night, but still. It’s up to you to find time to do your front job, bathe, work out, pursue hobbies, sleep, and spend time with myself.
Don’t leave my wing. Don’t make a mess, and don’t touch my wine.~Celestia.
Bashing had to reread that several times to make sure he understood adequately. It seemed like her holiness was improvising the rules and specifications. Despite the appearance of structure, she seemed to ramble just a little bit.
‘I’ll eat, then bathe.’ He thought, trotting out of the bedchamber and into the next room. After a minute, the stallion found the sitting room and a service cart with an assortment of foodstuffs. One platter had sugar-glazed pastries lined up, but there weren’t very many of them considering the size of the platter. ‘Celestia must like these.’ He thought, picking one up in a hoof and taking a bite.
He winced, feeling a sensitive tooth sting. *way* too sweet for him. Not one to waste, Bashing finished the pastry and followed it with a carrot.
Bashing pondered all this while he started a shower. Hesitantly, he used some of the less-intimidating coat shampoo to clean the jizz and spit off of himself. Didn’t want to use something special and make his mane wave in mysterious solar wind! After learning so many things about his Princess, the stallion wouldn’t be surprised to find out it was enchanted soap that made her hair so impressive.
His hooves scrubbed all over his body, making him feel a lot cleaner. Not just literally, either. His psyche felt a lot more distinguished after getting a solid wash. His efforts wandered between his flanks and he gasped, feeling his oversensitive anus twinge. ‘Gotta be gentle with my anus after that strain last night.’
Morbidly curious, he strode out of the shower, dripping water onto the tile, and stood in front of a full-body mirror in the big washroom. He timidly turned and lifted his tail, looking at his anus in the reflection. At first, he was *very* concerned at the color. After all, it’s certainly not meant to be magenta! Upon closer inspection, he found that his asshole was fine, if puffy. The magenta actually came from lipstick; a kiss mark around his pucker. Not a big mystery who did that.
With a shudder, the feeling of mental cleanliness went away. Buckler returned to the shower and carefully scrubbed the lipstick out of his plot.
-~*~-
The rest of Buckler’s day went quickly. His mind had a lot to mull over. After his shower, he carefully tried out that douche the princess offered to give him. He learned from experience that he should use warm water. Later, he looked in the princess’ study to try and glean some of her tastes, followed by the drawer where he found that douche. She definitely had a kinky side. Hopefully she wouldn’t go as far as to tie him up with the myriad straps and ropes, but he’d let her do it if it’s what she needed. He shortly felt inadequate when looking at some of the more daunting dildos in the drawer, until he discovered they literally had dust on them.
He caught up a few hours of sleep, but he did so on one of the cushions by the hearth. The bed, after all, smelled of sex. After, he spent time grooming with some of the myriad of beauty supplies in Celestia’s restroom. A short brushing for his pink mane and tail, a little attention to his teeth with her floss, and hey presto: he looked pretty good. He would have gelled his mane if he weren’t afraid of, once more, making it wave in eternal winds. He would have to ask Celestia about this.
They would be spending plenty of time together, after all.
Two o’clock came, and with it came a young mare in a maid’s uniform. Dust Pan was perky but professional, happy to give the stallion his best shot at a new job. Better yet, she was sympathetic to him over the whole religion thing, though she wasn’t interested in the High Imperious Church herself, The head maid would be a good candidate to confide in. Hopefully he would make some number of friends in the staff, and retain relationships with the palace guard. Bashing was afraid of his whole life getting eaten up by the Princess. Eaten up along with his dignity.
As Dust Pan explained, he would be a part-time butler in the castle. Bashing was given a sharp shirt and a black tuxedo vest. His duties were intuitive, if a bit demeaning. Mopping messes, wiping windows, sweeping floors, et cetera. He was going to be paid an hourly rate that he would negotiate with the Princess, and he would get his own dorm in the servant’s quarters. The stallion didn’t need much of a tour, having spent years working about the palace already, but at the end of his orientation he did need to be shown where his bunk was.
“That’s one of Celestia’s summoning circles!” the young mare said, strands of her mane fraying from the classy bob she wore. She was pointing at a magic rune etched into the wall in Buckler’s tiny room. “Wow. You really are in trouble. She must want to seriously keep an eye on you. I’m sorry.” She said, patting him on the back with an empathetic look.
“No, it’s alright. I think I’ll enjoy my new position.” He neutrally replied, putting on a poor façade of confidence.
“Uh, uhuh.” She replied, not believing him at all.Dust Pan discreetly grabbed his collar and guided him out of the cramped quarters to talk to him away from the magic circle. “Listen, Bashing. I don’t know Celestia very well, but she can be a little… weird about you imperious churchgoer types. If you feel like she’s going too far, you can come talk to me about it. The maidstaff has a union that is prepared to deal with some stuff. And her putting that circle in your room seems like a step too far.” She scowled. “Or if you just want to talk about her majesty, get things off your chest, you can be honest with me. You seem like an alright stallion, and I can’t have team members distracted or depressed.”
He dumbly blinked at the offer, torn about speaking his mind already. “Well, thank you.” He replied. “You mean, she can look through that circle?”
“Well, that’s the thing: I don’t know. Maybe? I know that ponies can teleport through them but maybe they can do more.”
“Wh-what do you think I should do?” he asked, deciding that he ought to remember this information for later.
“I dunno, hang a poster over it?” she rubbed her face, feeling sorry and stressed about this new hire’s circumstances. “Well,” she sighed. “Your stuff is going to be brought from the guard barracks into here. You get to keep your surcoat and badges, but the breastplate and helmet will be staying with them.”
He nodded. “Then, is that all for today?”
“That should be it. Welcome to the maidstaff. Sunbutt will have to find time to talk about your pay soon. Good luck, Bashing. Try to relax tonight.”
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.
