"Hey Twilight!" you call out, immediately breaking Library Rule Number One with the volume of your voice. But Twilight's always been pretty tolerant of noise in her library - she had noisy friends for years before you came along, and you're nowhere near as loud as some of them.

"Hey!" calls Twilight, emerging from behind a bookshelf. Her cock rises slowly as she approaches, and her body looms over you as you come near. She's a princess, after all, and here in Futaquestria, being a princess means being big. "Here to return those history books?"

"Uh-huh," you say. You open your pack and lay out your two most recent selections. The first, History of Equestrian Unification, was a fairly dry read, but Twilight recommended it highly as a primer for pre-Celestian history. The second, Hoof and Horn: The Reign of Celestia, Volume 1, was a collection of histories as told from the perspective of Princess Celestia. You'd been excited to read it, and it hadn't disappointed.

Not long after you arrived in Futaquestria, Twilight had shared stories of her time as Princess Celestia's student. It was obvious that she revered the immortal princess, not simply as a ruler or a powerful alicorn, but on a deeply personal level. Her enthusiasm for the Sun Princess had been infectious; you'd started to develop a fixation on her yourself, and you'd begun to greedily devour any information you could find. Twilight, of course, had been only too happy to provide reading material.

"By the way," says Twilight, as she levitates the books back to their proper places, "I've been sending Princess Celestia updates about your health and social adjustment since you arrived, and... well, I hope I wasn't overstepping my bounds, but I told her that you were studying up on her."

"Oh," you say, feeling your cheeks getting a little hot. "Sure, that's fine."

"And," Twilight continues, "She told me that she'd like to finally meet you. She mentioned the possibility of finding a position for you in the castle."

"A position?" you say. "Like a job? I'd be... working in Celestia's castle?"

"Well, nothing's firm yet," said Twilight. She's technically wrong, because her cock is, in fact, quite firm by this point. And beginning to ooze thick, colorless pre. But you understand what she means. "But Celestia likes to have a diverse staff, to make sure she's listening to the needs of everyone in Equestria. Even though you're the only human here, I'm sure she'd be proud to have you on her staff."

"That's... amazing," you say. "I can barely believe that Celestia is even real, and the thought of working with her is... wow.

"She's real," says Twilight. "She's real, and she's beautiful, and she raises the sun every morning." You see her cock splurt a fist-sized glob of cum as she contemplates Princess Celestia. "She wants to meet with you this weekend. Want me to set up the transportation for you?"

Nervousness grips your chest as you step onto the train to Canterlot. After a tense first couple of months, you've gotten pretty comfortable in Ponyville; you've learned a lot of ponies' names, and you've made it known that you're not as hypersexual as the ponies of Futaquestria. But being on a train means meeting new ponies. And meeting new ponies means...

"Hey, you!" says a friendly voice. "My name's Dawn Veil! Do you wanna fuck?"

A pale gray pegasus mare smiles at you from the nearest seat. Sitting next to her is going to be awkward - especially since you're about to turn down her offer - but the seat next to her is the only empty one you see. "Uh, no thanks," you say, "But I do need a place to sit, so..."

"Oh, sure thing!" says Dawn, patting the empty space. Her cock rises in her lap, creeping from her sheath, and she curls her fingers around the thick gray shaft. "Let me know if you change your mind! Sitting next to a cute little thing like you, I'm sure I'll be good to go whenever!" And then she starts pumping her cock, sliding her fingers up and down the shaft, lubing herself up with the pre that promptly oozes from her tip. Public masturbation is a fact of life in Futaquestria, and mares have never been shy about jerking themselves off in front of you - at least, when you turn down their sexual advances.

As the train pulls out from the station, several other mares in your car begin to jerk themselves off - and those who are lucky enough to be sitting next to a stallion lift up their seatmates and impale them on their cocks, passing the time by filling their asses with cock and bloating their bellies with cum. Given the extreme sexual availability of men in Futaquestria, it's hardly surprising that women proposition you at the drop of a hat. Stallions are always ready to get their asses fucked, and you've never seen one turn down the opportunity.

Dawn Veil jerks herself off a few more times throughout the train ride, and in between those sessions you chat about your lives. Dawn Veil tells you that she's a painter and part-time weatherpony, and you tell her that you're a being from another world who got transported to Futaquestria via a magical accident. She's fascinated by that, as are most ponies you meet, and it apparently doesn't seem strange to her that she offered to have sex with a member of an unknown species before she bothered to learn where you were from. That's Futaquestria for you.

The train screeches to a halt at Canterlot Station, and you hop off your seat. The floor should be sticky, given the dozens of uncontained orgasms that have taken place throughout the trip, but the floor - like many pony-made surfaces in this world - clearly has an auto-cleaning enchantment on it that makes cum gradually disappear on its own. You're genuinely frightened to ask where it all goes.

And of course, some cum has ended up inside of stallions. Bloated males heft their sloshing bellies off their seats, and mares are quick to support them and help squeeze them through the doors. There's something really nice - even hot - about seeing women taking care of men after fucking the hell out of them. As alien as Futaquestria is, there is an appeal in the power women wield and the kindness with which they wield it. You suppose that's why you've become obsessed with Celestia, a pony famed both for her kindness and her power.

You were told to find a royal guardpony at the train station, and - not too surprisingly - she spots you before you spot her. She's pretty distinct, with her gleaming white coat and golden armor, but you're literally the only human in the world. She approaches you through the crowd and places a hand on your shoulder. I'm here to escort you to Princess Celestia," she says.

You look her up and down, trying not to look like you're staring. Not that anybody in Futaquestria seems to mind being stared at, mind you - it's just a reflex left over from Earth. The guard is an earth pony, a bit taller than you, with rippling muscles up and down her limbs. Her armor consists of little more than a chestplate and a helmet, permitting you to scope plenty of bare flesh. Her cock and balls are in full view, and despite her professionalism she's already growing hard at the sight of you. Her breasts are covered, but her chestplate gives you a clear idea of their size - they're practically the size of her head, which is above-average but hardly unusual.

"Yeah, let's go," you say, and you follow as she leads you through the train station. While Ponyville's station had been a smallish building alongside the tracks, Canterlot's is a long, modern building, all done up in the city's white-and-gold motif, with shops and restaurants along the long main hall. It occurs to you that this is the first time you've been in a big city since leaving Earth. And with the big city comes much greater population density, which means so, so many eyes on you. If you weren't being escorted by an emissary of Princess Celestia, you would be swamped with propositions - offers to join mares for coffees or meals, to come with them to their hotel rooms or fuck right in the open.

"Let me know if you're hungry," said the guard. "There will be food provided at the castle, but we can stop to eat if need be."

"Oh, no thank you," you say, "I'm fine."

"And I'll be happy to fuck you if you like," she says. "Celestia is very easy to talk to, but if you're nervous and need some relief, I can certainly provide."

"Uh... no, I'm all right," you say.

"Very well," says the guard. "My name is Victory, by the way."

"Just Victory, huh?" you say, and she nods. "I like it." You don't bother pointing out that, back on Earth, people usually learn each others' names before offering to fuck.

The two of you make your way through the crowd and come to a carriage parked outside. You've seen Celestia's royal chariots depicted in books, and this doesn't appear to be one of them, although it bears the royal crest and royal colors. She must have smaller ones intended for guests such as yourself. Victory opens the door for you - again, the word chivalry comes to mind - and then "helps" you get in by placing a strong hand under your ass and boosting you up. Once you take your seat, Victory sits down in the seat facing you and stares forward.

The chariot's interior is lavish - the seats are plush and comfortable, and there are bottles and glasses set into a small nook on one side. You couldn't help but notice there was something missing, though... "Uh, Victory," you say, "Is anyone going to pull us?"

Victory smiles. "I take it you haven't seen an automatic carriage before?" she raises her voice a bit, saying "Canterlot Castle," and the carriage begins to move, smoothly rolling onto the street as if directed by a driver. Victory's smile grows as you jolt in your seat, surprised by the sudden, apparently sourceless movement - she's too professional to laugh at you, but she's deriving a little amusement from the small-town boy's reaction to a carriage that moves on its own.

"This isn't exactly my first time," you say, feeling the need to stand up for yourself. "But no one has one of these in Ponyville." You feel like a bumpkin, gawking at Futaquestria's "technology" - but there's no way to tell an enchanted carriage from a regular one just by looking.

"Well then, prepare to be impressed," says Victory. "Canterlot has a lot of things you won't find in a small town."

"Uh huh," you say, still stinging with mild embarrassment.

After being escorted into a magical carriage by a royal guard in golden armor, you almost expect to be greeted by rows of trumpeters on a rolled-out red carpet. Instead, after leaving the carriage you make your way through the front entrance, a pair of golden double doors flanked by guards that looked eerily similar to Victory. The next door takes you past another set of guards, all white, all female.

"So what happens if, like, a green pony wants to work in the royal guard?" you ask.

"Because we all look the same?" says Victory, as you pass your third set of guards. "That's an enchantment. I'm naturally red."

"And why am I only seeing women?"

"That's down to demographics," says Victory. "Stallions make up about ten percent of the royal guard, same as the rest of the population." She stops in front of a double door, one even more ornate - if not quite as large - as the one you entered the castle through. "Don't tell me Ponyville has more stallions than mares?" she says, with a wry grin. "Or rather, do tell me that, so I can move there." She grabs her fist-sized balls and squeezes them lewdly, then releases them and becomes instantly serious. "This is the throne room, where Princess Celestia awaits you. There's no need to be especially formal, but do show the Princess respect."

She opens one half of the door and gestures you inside. At the far end, on the opposite side of a long red carpet, beneath banners and stained glass, is the throne of the Princess. She's small at this distance, but even from here you can see that she's larger than life. Even bigger than Twilight, whose alicorn ascension had made her eight and a half feet tall. Celestia sits patiently on her throne, legs crossed, not moving. And so you walk forward, taking in the stained glass on either side, your heart beating faster with each step. This room is just like it was in pictures. Celestia is just like she was in pictures. Tall, radiant, serene. With each step closer, her features become more distinct - the soft magenta of her eyes, the graceful curve of her snout - and by God, the perfectly round, wonderfully enormous breasts that stood firm and proud on her chest.

You reach a respectful distance from the throne - or what you presume to be a respectful distance - and fall to one knee, bowing your head. Celestia laughs gently, and her laugh wraps you in warmth. You'd never thought to imagine what her voice sounded like, but it's just as well - you couldn't have imagined anything this beautiful. "No need for that," she says. "You can stand."

You stand, and look Celestia in the eyes. "You... wanted to see me?"

"I did," says Celestia. "I do. And I like what I see." She uncrosses her legs, revealing a sheath that is beginning to brim with cock-flesh. You can't tear your eyes away from the sight; every second her flared head climbs higher and her shaft fattens. Your eyes trace the veins on her cock, and linger on the melons that hang in her fat white nutsack. By the time her cock stops growing, it must be three feet of thick pink flesh.

"Twilight spoke highly of you," says Celestia. "Your ready wit, your gentle nature, and your... allure. With only a bit of prodding, she related her fantasies... the things she would do to you if only you were a bit more... open." Your face must have betrayed a look of surprise, because Celestia's smile curves upward at the edges. "Well, what did you think mares talked about when stallions aren't around?"

"From what I've seen, stallions being around doesn't stop them from talking," you say.

Celestia's smile grows, showing brilliant white teeth, even whiter than her coat. "There's that wit," she says. "And as for the allure..." She places her hand on the flare of her cock and circles the slit with her fingers. "There really is something about you. The shape of your body, the lines of your features... similar to stallions in so many ways, and yet..." She pauses, and milky pre begins to ooze from the tip of her dick. "You are without question the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on."

You don't have the words to respond to that. Celestia is practically a Goddess, but here she is, praising your - as she puts it - "beauty." You don't know why the mares of Futaquestria see you this way, and there are times when it feels like a curse, or at least a burden - but now you're able to see it as the blessing it truly is.

But you're still left speechless. For a moment, you simply return Celestia's longing gaze, as she idly plays with her cock and summons a thick, burbling stream of pre from her slit. Eventually, your stalled-out brain has the idea to change the subject: "So... this isn't about a job?"

"Oh, we'll certainly find a job for you," says Celestia. "You'll make a fine assistant, I'm sure. You'll work closely with me, and when there's no work to be done... we can play."

"So I'm going to be your... sexy secretary?" you say. "I guess I should have expected something like that, gender roles being what they are around here..."

Something about what you just said makes Celestia's ears perk up. "Gender roles?" she says, her voice becoming a little sinister. "Why don't you tell me how gender roles are different in your world?"

"Well..." you say, "Things have been changing, but... traditionally women were expected to be subservient to men. Professionally, and sexually... and they're usually the ones who get called 'beautiful' and... the way mares treat me sometimes reminds me of that."

"Oh really," says Celestia. She pats her thigh. "So if I told you that I wanted my pretty little mare to come and sit on my lap, that would make you feel..."

You feel your cock twitch in your pants. "Emasculated," you say.

"Emasculated," says Celestia, rolling the word over her tongue. She pats her thigh again. "Well, how about it, you pretty young thing?"

You approach the throne, ascend the steps, and pull yourself onto her warm, velvet-furred thigh. You seat yourself on her, sinking a bit into the soft flesh, and you lean your body into her belly. This close to her body you're almost overwhelmed. There's so much to take in - the warmth of her body, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes - and her scent. There's a gentle waft of fragrant skin - the smell of her thigh, and her breasts - but that's overpowered by the thick, heady musk of her cock and balls. This close, you're drowning in the scent of pony princess cock, and it only grows stronger when Celestia wraps her fingers around your shoulder - her long, powerful fingers - and pushes you towards her crotch. You're no longer sitting on her thigh - now you have one leg resting on her thigh and the other one on her ballsack. Your head is leaning into her cock, your cheek just inches from the pink, musky flesh.

"Don't be shy," says Celestia. "You're so close to my big beautiful cock, feel free to get a little closer. Touch and taste and smell my big, thick Princess meat. Isn't that what pretty girls like you like to do?" Obediently, you reach out with one hand and touch the hot, sticky shaft. Her mention of "tasting" her cock has sparked your curiosity, and you turn your head, licking up a layer of pre, tasting its sweet and rich flavor. "Good girl," says Celestia. "Hmm, why don't I find something more appropriate for you to wear?"

From above you, you hear magic being cast, followed by a snap in the air that you recognize as the sound of teleportation. "What do you think of this, my mare?" says Celestia, levitating a frilly pink dress in front of your face.

Your cock is throbbing in your pants as you contemplate the garment in front of you. It does look exactly your size, and it's beautiful, but... "No, I can't wear that..." you say.

"But you must," says Celestia. Your whole body lifts into the air, suspended by Celestia's magic. You try to hold yourself down by grasping her cock, but the cum-soaked flesh is too slippery to offer a good grip, and you rise to the level of Celestia's eyes. "A submissive mare like yourself surely wants nothing more than to be picked up and dressed up all pretty by your big-dicked mistress." Your shirt is lifted off by the sunlight glow of her magic, then your shoes and socks. Holding you motionless in her aura, she slips your pants off, and your underwear, leaving you completely exposed.

You expect Celestia to start dressing you, but she pauses to admire your nudity and rotate your body slowly. Her eyes take in every inch of your exposed body, while her three-foot cock produces miniature eruptions of cum, spurting quarts of thick fluid at a time. "It's a shame to cover up this gorgeous body," she says, "but I'm sure my petite mare will be more comfortable in a pretty dress." She levitates the dress over to you, and produces lacy gloves and sheer stockings to go with it. As the gloves and stockings go on, your cock twitches and drips with pre, and Celestia raises an eyebrow. "Oh, my little mare isn't going to blow her load so soon, is she? Come to think of it, Twilight tells me that human mares don't typically have dicks to begin with, so why don't I just..."

Her horn glows brighter for a moment, and you feel a constricting force on your crotch. Looking down, you see an aura on your cock, tightening around it and forcing it down to its flaccid size. "There," says Celestia. "I'll take that off later if you're a good girl." Then she pulls the pink dress over your shoulders, and as a finishing touch, sets a tiara on your head. The weight tells you that it's real - maybe silver.

"Beautiful," says Celestia, setting you down on the floor in front of her throne. "But I shouldn't be the only one who gets to see this. Victory!"

Despite the size of the throne room, and the fact that Celestia had hardly raised her voice, the door at the far end opens immediately, and Victory steps through. It doesn't take her long to see that you're dressed differently. "Victory," says Celestia, "What do you think of this pretty human mare who's come to see us?"

"She's beautiful," says Victory, and it seems like she means it. You can't quite tell what you look like, since there's no mirror nearby, but the dress, with its short sleeves and mid-thigh skirt, seems like it would show off your body appealingly, if one were inclined to find you attractive. It's surprisingly comfortable, too, although your senses are more focused on the magical cage on your crotch.

"I'm glad you like her," says Celestia. "I want to make this mare mine, but I'm afraid the staff of the princess might be a bit much for him. Would you be so kind as to break in her ass for me?"

"I am at your service," says Victory, and she strips off her armor, setting it gently on the marble floor. "Well then, human mare," she says, "Present your ass." You stare at Victory's cock, standing some fifteen inches tall, and your ass clenches. You hold your breath, turn, and bend over. As you stare up at Celestia on her throne, one hand slowly working her stiff cock, you feel Victory's fingers lifting your skirt and pulling your cheeks apart. Wasting no time, she presses the slick tip of her cock against your clenched hole, and as she gently prods you and massages your cheeks with her fingers, you allow yourself to relax.

And as soon as Victory feels your ass relax, she plunges herself in, getting her cock all the way to the medial ring in one stroke. You groan and go almost limp; you'd definitely fall to the ground if Victory's powerful arms weren't holding you up and her cock wasn't halfway embedded in your ass. Slowly, she lowers your body, letting you drop to your knees, and proceeds to thrust, drawing back her cock and ramming it hilt-deep into you, slapping your ass with her swollen nuts.

It still seems impossible that you could be fucked so deeply and so easily - Victory's fifteen inches are now sliding in and out of your pucker like a greased piston - but you've seen enough fucking in Futaquestria that you know what to expect. The magic of this world makes bodies stretch, particularly when it comes to insertions. There's no pain, but your body lurches forward with each pounding that Victory delivers to your ass. Your prostate gets a shock from every powerful impact, but your cock can't get hard; the magical cage around it keeps it from growing to its full size.

You meet Celestia's eyes again, and she grins at you as she pumps her cock, two-handed, letting each spurt of pre wash over her fingers and lube up her shaft. Quart after quart of cum erupts from her tip, the volume of her pre exceeding the full loads of most normal ponies. "Like what you see, my mare?" she asks, rising from her seat. "Once you're broken in, you'll be ready to submit to my royal cock... and accept the load that rests in my regal ballsack." She continues to stroke herself as she steps closer to you, leaving a thick trail of creamy cum on the floor. "I really should hold myself back," she says, "But watching you get fucked like this is positively thrilling... I may just have to join in."

She lowers her cock as she approaches you, and the oozing, spurting tip looms closer to your face, filling your nostrils with the scent of her cum. The tip is nine inches wide, far too big for your mouth, but when she pressed it to your lips you feel your mouth begin to stretch, just like your asshole has. Wider and wider it stretches, until her flare passes your lips and drips its messy payload straight onto your tongue. You hold it in your mouth, almost fainting from arousal; Celestia has been your idol since shortly after your arrival, and now you're tasting her cum! She wants you, submissive and slutty, and you're so desperately eager to give yourself to her. Her cock goes deeper, filling your throat and pumping her pre directly into your stomach. With the first foot of her cock inside of you, she begins to thrust, running her cock in and out of your throat. Your throat tingles and throbs - somehow it seems to have almost as much sexual sensitivity as your ass, and each thrust makes your cock throb and strain in its cage.

With each thrust, you feel a little more cum spurt from her cock and fill your belly. You already feel it beginning to bloat your stomach, and the inrush of cum makes you lightheaded, almost drunk, as your expanding body surrenders to the intense double-teaming that the Princess and her guard are giving you. Your kneeling body rocks back and forth weakly with each thrust, muffled moans rising from your cock-filled throat, as you wait to be filled with marecum.

Victory comes, shooting a hot load deep into your ass, hilting herself and letting her jizz shoot upward into your belly to join Celestia's precum. She only leaves herself inside you for a moment, however, before pulling out and shooting the rest of her load onto your back and your legs, staining your pink dress and your stockings white with milky pony cum. "Shall I go again, Princess?" she asks, working her cock with one hand to keep it hard.

"No, Victory," says Celestia. "You've broken in our sweet little mare very capably. I'm ready to claim her now." Slowly, she slides her cock out of your throat, and you feel it slowly compress to its normal size as the enormous pillar of cock makes its exit. "So, sweetie," she says, "Are you ready to give yourself to me, and become my mare?"

"Yes," you say, your jaw still strained from the throat-fucking, "I want to be your mare, my Princess. I want to be by your side, always."

"Mmm, good," says Celestia. She circles your body, and you feel the ground shake slightly under her powerful footsteps. Your body can't help but tremble at the thought of taking that much cock up your ass, even though you know how much your body can stretch. There's going to be so much of her inside you... so much cock, and so much cum... "You're already so beautiful, my sweet mare," she says, "But when I fuck you and bloat your body with my cum, I will make you perfect."

Her drooling tip touches your entrance, and your ass, already broken in by Victory, opens and embraces her flare at her gentle prodding. She goes slowly, savoring the feel of your ass around her shaft - and allowing you to savor the feeling of being penetrated by a monstrous, throbbing horse cock, inch by inch, as she widens you deeper and deeper. You groan and dip your head, and your tiara clatters to the floor. You almost reach to pick it up - you want to be pretty for your mistress - but it's taking all your strength to support your body. When her medial ring bumps against your asshole, you whimper, knowing that the base of her cock is thicker than the tip. But she doesn't hesitate. She plunges deeper, sinking her fingers into your asscheeks, widening you with excruciating slowness.

Her cock is distending your belly now - if you weren't already a little bloated from the double-teaming, her shaft would be right underneath the surface of your skin. As it stands, though, it's still clear there's something big inside you, throbbing and pulsing and going deeper inside. You feel like a cock-sleeve, a living masturbation aid for the princess' pleasure - and it's clear that she intends to treat you like one. There's a little more than two-thirds of her full three feet inside of you when she stops, takes a breath, and begins to fuck.

The feeling when she pulls her cock back is surreal - there's a horsecock-shaped hollow in the middle of you, aching to be filled, and she's quick to fill it again, slamming herself into you with the force of a battering ram. This much force, and this much meat, should destroy you - but your body accepts it, embraces it, stretching around it and converting the force into sexual pleasure. The thrusts come faster, and your body swells bigger and bigger - the dress that Celestia put on you was a near-perfect fit to begin with, but now your belly is straining against the fine fabric, threatening to tear it at the seams.

"Mmmph," mutters Celestia, "...deeper..." She lifts your body with both hands, using her magic to support your sloshing belly, and stands her cock upright. With your body impaled on her cock, she returns to her throne on unsteady legs and sits down. "Ah, yes," she says. "This is how it should be. The Princess on her throne, and the Princess' pretty little mare on her cock." She lifts you up by your thighs and slams you back down. You moan pitifully as the massive insertion sends lightning bolts of sensation through you. You would be coming now - if not sooner - but your cock is still imprisoned, held fast inside Celestia's magical cage. Next to the throne you can see Victory stroking herself, taking immense pleasure in watching you get filled.

Celestia lifts you up and slams you down faster and faster, moaning deeply, trying to bring on her climax. Your cum-swollen body rips through the dress, your belly tearing the delicate garment to shreds. You feel like you're getting stretchier, losing your shape as more and more cum pumps into you. Each thrust brings you further down on Celestia's three-foot cock - each time you go down, your wide-open asshole inches closer and closer to the base of her shaft. And when you hit it - when your ass touches the top of her sheath - the cage on your cock vanishes, and you find yourself unexpectedly growing hard and rocketing towards climax. You practically scream as the physical arousal in your bloated body flows into your dick, building from zero to orgasm in seconds.

You cum, and a fraction of a second later Celestia does the same. Gallons of princess cum slam into your insides, and your belly grows bigger, overflowing your waist and settling on your thighs. Your load spurts onto the carpet, leaving a tiny puddle of white. It's the most intense orgasm of your life, but Celestia's climax outlasts yours easily; her cock is a fountain of cum inside your belly, pumping thick white jizz from her fat, churning balls and filling you endlessly. You press the palm of your hand into your belly and feel it sink - it feels so good to be so big, so full, so stretchy. You'd stepped outside on sunny days and imagined that the rays of the sun were the warmth and love of Princess Celestia, but now you know better. This is the Princess' love, and her warmth. This feeling of fullness, this warm, heavy sensation. You couldn't dream of anything better.

The princess sits back in her throne, keeping you impaled on her cock. You turn your head, and happen to see Victory blowing her load on the carpet in front of the throne, totally submerging your spilled cum underneath hers. You suppose that's how things are here, even if it took you until now to really accept it. Women have the bigger dicks, they shoot bigger loads... and people like you, whether you're being called a stallion or a mare, are best suited to be vessels for their pleasure.

"So," you say, leaning back into Celestia, resting your head on her tits, "Did I get the job?"

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