A Royal Conquest

"Ever ridden an alicorn?"

"I'm about to."

"You are, but not in the way you think. Get your mind out of the gutter and climb onto my back."

She lowered her back in a way that showed clearly that her intentions were non-sexual for now. Filled with curiosity you humored her.

"Hold on tight."

You grabbed her neck tightly with your hooves. Then Celestia spread her wings. You saw where this was going. For once you were about to lose your composure. Your heart was about to burst from your chest. You instinctively closed your eyes.

Then she took off, with you on her. You flew! You actually flew! This had to be a dream. Yet the feeling in your belly proved it real. Not a million years would you think you, an earth pony would ever fly. Not in this way at least. Balloons could in no way compare to this. Yet again, that cynical part of you that armed you against the world chimed in, this time to remind you how after a while you'd cease to be amazed by this, the same way pegasi stopped being impressed with the fact that they could fly after taking a flight a few times, but you couldn't care less. You were lost in the moment.

You opened your eyes. Even now, guards surrounded Celestia. Pegasi, obviously. The royal guard wasn't catapulting unicorns and earth ponies to protect the Princess while in flight, hilarious as that might be. You looked down. Canterlot looked tiny, its proud citizenry, mere ants bellow you. You could fall to your death because of this, but while falling, you wouldn't have regretted a thing. You would have splattered on the streets of Canterlot with a smile on your face.

"Grab me as tight as you can."

You gripped her neck so tight you were sure you were hurting her. Then she started doing aileron rolls. You fully lost it.

"URAAAA" you cried out revealing your boorish origin again.

"Stop shouting in my ear, please."

"My apologies, Princess." you stammered out, somehow.

You were about to pass out. While you'd be content if your life ended here, it'd be a bit of a pity, so you resisted the urge and kept holding on. She stopped spinning. The castle was bellow you. She started to descend. You were filled with both gratefulness and regret at the same time. This experience was coming to an end.

Celestia's hooves touched the ground. You jumped off. Part of you was relieved. Part of you already missed the skies.

You stumbled as you reconsidered your position. You loved taking mares out of their comfort zone, but never before had the favor been repaid with such interest. Alicorn or not, she wasn't getting the best of you. When in doubt, say something clever.

"Was endangering your adviser's life really that wise, Princess?"

"You seemed to enjoy it quite a bit."

"I didn't ask if it was enjoyable, I asked if it was wise."

"My guards would have saved you if you had fallen off. They're no wonderbolts, but they know what they're doing."

"I did make a promise. I'm going to need some tools to fulfill it though."

"Tools? You mean toys? I've got quite the collection." she said proudly.

She started walking somewhere. You followed this time.

"Really? Should a Princess be spending her subjects money for such things?" you jabbed in a playful tone.

"If I wanted, I could have this whole place gold plated. I admit I live a life of luxury, but it isn't a life of decadence. My subjects barely notice they pay for me."

"Don't blow your own horn, Princess. It makes you look bad. That's for them to decide."

You followed her into her bedroom. It was austere compared to what you imagined it. She wasn't lying. She walked over to her bed, opened her night stand and took out a rusty key. She looked at it surprised for a moment and then went to a closet. You observed her quietly. Both of you seemed to have this habit.

She unlocked a closet. You moved closer to look inside. Whips, paddles, hoofcufs, corsets, plugs,... So that's one way Celestia fought the boredom that came with immortality. It was quite the collection. Was. The wood was rotten. The leather had almost turned to dust. The rubber had turned to stone. The metal had rusted away.

"Princess, these belong in a museum, not the bedroom. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Celestia sighed deeply. "You'd swear every stallion in Equestria was gelded by the way they behaved around me."

"Not every stallion." you said filled with smug pride.

"Right. Well, as you said, you did make me a promise. It'd be a terrible shame if the royal adviser couldn't fulfill a promise to a Princess."

"Got a garden shed?"

"A garden shed?"

She was slightly taken off guard.

"Yes, don't worry. I won't be bringing any sheers or or saws."

"It's in the garden."

"Duh. Thanks, Princess."

You made your way to said garden. The castle was intuitively designed. The castle garden was filled with school foals. It was a popular school trip location, though the school you had gone to preferred trips to the local farms. The garden was well kept, large and filled with all sorts of weird animals from all over Equestria. If it didn't practically function as a park, it could have been the one thing about Celestia's castle to be called decadent.

You spotted the garden shed. An elderly goat was just entering it while whistling. You approached him.

"You the gardener?"

"Yes, sonny."

"I'm the new royal adviser. Pleased to meet you. I'm going to need some of your tools. May I look around in there?"

"Sure, but may I know why the royal adviser needs my gardening tools?"

"It's a state secret."

"Well, okay."

You entered the shed. It was well stocked, but there were only a few things that could be useful to you. You looked around. Rope, a classic. A scrubbing brush. A marker, probably to write what was growing in pots on them. You pocketed the marker, tossed the rope on your back and took the brush in your mouth.

"I was just about to scrub the floors." the gardener protested when he saw you leaving.

You spat out the brush in your hoof.

"I'm sure the Princess will understand if her floors go unscrubbed for a while. Go and take a long break. You've earned it."

The gardener didn't need to be told that twice. He was out of your mane. You sighed and put the brush back in your mouth. How you and every other earth pony hadn't died of salmonella yet was a miracle. You made your way back to the Princess' bedroom. Before you entered the you approached one of the guards.

"Don't enter, no matter what you hear. The Princess has been looking forward to this moment. She'll be very upset if you interrupt it."

"Okay, Sir." he answered, with a bit of hesitation.

Your bases had now been covered. No interruption from the guards. Celestia had taken the time to strike a suggestive pose on her bed. Her face was filled with lust, but also with a hint of challenge.

"You think jute rope can restrain an alicorn?"

"An alicorn like you that wants to be restrained can be restrained with dental floss, Princess."

"Who told you I wanted to be restrained?"

"Was I wrong? Shall I leave you to your geldings then?"

Celestia gave you a defeated look and stuck out her hooves. You started tying them together. As any earth pony, you had been forced to develop a handiness from childhood to compensate for you lacking levitation magic. Still, when you were done, you couldn't help but feel proud of your work. Celestia looked truly helpless.

"So I can't struggle?"

"No, go ahead. Just don't use your alicorn magic to turn me into a newt."

"A newt?"

"Or whatever else you can do with your alicorn magic. I'm no magic expert, obviously."

You moved behind her. Celestia struggled a bit against he bonds, but didn't use her magic to free herself or turn you into a newt, so she was playing by your rules.

You took the brush in your mouth again. You then tenderly petted her ass with your hoof. Her skin was plump soft, just as plump soft as you'd expect from a mare that had lived a near eternity in luxury. You exerted a bit of pressure as if to assert ownership.

Swiftly and mercilessly, you stuck her with the brush. Celestia flinched, but she was tied well, so her movement was limited. A nasty red mark appeared on her spoiled skin where you had hit her. She whimpered.

"Want mercy already, Princess?" you mocked, speaking with your mouth full.

"Why, are you tired already?" she mocked back.

She was going to regret that, sort of. You already knew she planned for you to unleash everything you had on her when she mocked you back. You didn't mind. You threw yourself into a frenzy. Hit after hit landed on her gentle skin. She struggled against her bonds, like you permitted, but her horn remained unused to save her from your cruelty. Celestia made sounds that reminded you more of an animal in a life and death struggle than a suzerain. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't break free from her bonds without her magic.

"Mercy, mercy! I give up." she finally cried out.

She had held out commendably. You admired your handiwork. Her backside was now bright red. You had even broken the skin on a few places and tiny red streams were showing where. She was going to need extra soft pillows on her throne for a while. You looked a bit further down. She was soaked. She had clearly enjoyed herself. And considering what was throbbing between your own legs, she wasn't the only one.

You fumbled with your pocket a bit and pulled out the marker. You were still behind Celestia, out of her field of view.

"What are you doing?"

You ignored her question. Instead you started writing on her white, well now red, skin.

"That tickles. What are you writing.... P...G?"

"Pig. The way you're soaked it's quite fitting."

"Where's the i?"

"The i was already there."

It took a few moments for Celestia to catch up what you were talking about.

"Will the marker wash off?"

"I don't have a clue. Don't care, Princess. You'll have to cover your flank for a few days regardless if you don't wan't your subjects to find out about your private life."

"You're an asshole."

"Yes, we already covered that in the bar. How about you use that mouth for something more useful that restating the blatantly obvious?"

You moved over to her her head, taking care to push her horn aside. Celestia was practically a piece of furniture at this point, to be used at your liking. You placed your member near her face, but just out of her reach.

"Beg, Princess."

By this point, "Princess" had come to be a synonym for "whore" or "slut" and both of you knew it.

"Really?"

You laughed. Even in this predicament, tied up, ass beaten bright red, dripping in excitement from what happened to her, there was still a bit of resistance in her.

"Yes, Princess, really."

"Please,... let me taste your cock, adviser." she stammered out awkwardly.

"You can do better than that, Princess. You shouldn't be telling me that you want to taste my cock, you should convince me to let you do it."

"I'll lick you."

"Oh, Princess. That's just teasing. By now it should be blatantly obvious who's teasing who."

"I'll suck you off."

"Tempting, but a businessstalion like me knows when he can get a better deal."

"Please fuck my throat, adviser."

"Beg harder."

"Please, please, fuck..."

You interrupted her by obliging her request. Clearly taken off guard, she gagged while you slid into her throat, though she took you like a champ. She coughed when you pulled back out all the way.

"Did I tell you to stop begging?"

"But you already started." she protested.

"I know, but I might change my mind."

It was one thing to fuck a mare's body. It was another, far more satisfying thing to fuck her mind while fucking her body.

"Please..."

Yet again, you interrupted her mid sentence by plunging down her throat again. This time, she took you flawlessly, apart from her eyes watering a bit. Impressed, you thought it'd be only fair to ramp up the challenge. You grabbed her horn for extra leverage and started moving as fast as you could.

Once in a while you paused, pulled back and gave her a breather. Celestia, while clearly in need of said breather, still managed to get out a "Please" like you had ordered her. Meanwhile, you considered your situation. You were holding the horn that lifted the sun. That every filly, colt, mare, stallion, griffin, diamond dog... every creature in Equestria depended on for sunlight, and you were basically using it as a sex aid. There was something philosophical about it. You pulled back again.

"Thank me."

"Thank you." she panted.

You started rubbing your member over her face.

"Keep thanking me, Princess."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." she repeated while you covered her face with her own saliva.

While barely stimulating, doing that to a Princess felt delightful. After satisfied with your new humiliation of her Highness, you plunged yourself down her throat, without warning of course.

This being the third time, she welcomed you without a hitch. Her warm throat felt even better after you went out your way to further abase her. Part of it was because degrading mares got your rocks off, part of it was because Celestia was actively trying to maximize your pleasure by humming.

"You enjoying yourself, Princess?" you asked when you gave her her next breather.

"Yes, thank you." she managed to pant before your cock pushed back in.

Celestia continued to thank you each time during each break you gave her. You had trained her well by now. You figured that if you came down her throat and left her unpleasured and unsatisfied, she'd still be grateful afterwards. But you were too much of a gentlestallion to do than. And Celestia called you an asshole, smsh.

You popped your cock out and ruffled her waving hair like you would a dog.

"Good girl."

She smiled.

You walked behind her. A puddle had formed beneath her. She wasn't lying when she told you she was having fun. She was lying sideways the way her hooves were tied together, so the only way you could fuck her was by spooning her. How romantic. When you lied down besides her, the first thing you got was an annoying facefull of her magical hair. You swiftly took care of that by spinning your hoof in it like a fork in spaghetti. The way Celestia's hair got tangled around it looked quite painful, but neither of you minded.

"What do you want me to do to you?" you asked.

"Fuck me!" she answered with desperation in her voice.

You pulled her hair tighter.

"First of all, Princess, you're in no position to order me. You beg."

"Please, fuck me." she obliged.

"Please, fuck you where?"

"My pussy, please."

"Why should I?"

"Huh?"

"Sell that pussy to me, Princess. Advertise it."

Only a businessstallion like you could have said something like that.

"Please, fuck my warm, wet, soft pussy."

"Sold."

You pulled her hair again and entered her. As advertised, she was warm, wet and soft. She moaned in delight. She had waited for this quite some time and you had done your best to make her go almost mad with anticipation. You started using her.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." she repeated.

Even now she remembered her orders. That delighted you, but it got old fast.

"No more talking, Princess."

Only moans left her mouth now, which she tried to muffle. Being able to fuck a hole without having to pause every minute was a welcome change of pace. You bit down on her neck. Considering you had never eaten a piece of meat in your life, you felt like an idiot, but the moan Celestia failed to subdue showed her appreciation. When you let go, your teeth had still left a pretty red mark.

Soon, her slit started to contract. You pulled her hair some more. Your efforts to drive her out of her mind were paying off. She desperately tried to suppress her sounds of ecstasy, yet hopelessly failed. Technically you hadn't forbidden her from moaning, but you weren't going to stop your new plaything from fulfilling your orders as zealously as possible. Other stallions would have been at least so romantic to try and come at the same time as her, but you came when you felt like it so you kept going.

Stimulation after orgasm was always torturous. That's why you always wound up your partners, speeding up theirs while stoically controlling yours. Celestia made some delightfully desperate sounds as she got to experience that habit of yours firsthoof.

"Want me to stop, Princess?"

After a few moments she shook her head in response. The best kind of torture was the one the victim wanted to stop but didn't want to stop at the same time.

You managed to repeat said post-orgasmic abuse twice more. Whether this was thanks your self-control or her excitement, you couldn't tell. Sadly, her whimpers and moans started to sound less desperate and more tired at this point. In the meantime, you had added quite a few more bite marks on the Princess and had almost pulled her mane almost from her head. But all good things have to come to an end. You plunged into her one last time and started filling her with your seed. Celestia shivered in delight.

"You really needed that, din't you?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

You pulled out of her. Both of you were a mess. Your cum was dripping from her and was sticking to your tip. Her juices were everywhere. Your tights were practically swimming in them. Thankfully you knew what could fix that. You got up and placed your crotch in Celestia's face again.

"Clean me, Princess."

She enthusiastically started sucking and licking. She started with you member, obviously, and did a little more than was necessary for cleaning. It was a gentle, relaxing feeling. She then dutifully turned to your tights and started licking them clean.

When satisfied with her work, you got off the bed and started pacing. You needed your own breather, to stretch your legs a bit. You started pacing around in Celestia's bedroom.

"You may talk again."

"Won't you untie me?"

"Why? Round two is coming right up."

You walked over to Celestia's bookshelf. You were impressed by its diversity. Romance, poetry, history, natural science... You were filled with something akin to fatherly pride when you spotted, be it a very basic, chemistry book. There was one genre, that was over-represented though. Pure smut, even more evidence of how many lonely nights Celestia had been through. For some reason mares didn't think that kind of stuff was embarrassing. You started reading the titles. "A Sweet Craving". "You Take My Breath Away". "A Royal Conquest". How meta. Thankfully, no black hole appeared from the logical paradox of you reading the last one, so you could safely return to give the Princess the second round you promised her.

You started pacing around her bed specifically.

"Well, Princess, you don't need me to tell you that I've left you quite a mess down there. Surely you'd have a better place to welcome your most prized adviser?"

"Yes, I do." she answered enthusiastically.

Figures. She had had ample time to develop a liking to her back door being used. 2 holes aren't enough to relieve millennia worth of boredom.

"And where's that?"

"My ass."

You got closer to her.

"You already know what to do from last time, Princess."

She hesitated for a moment.

"Beg. Advertise." you reminded her.

"Please, fuck my ass. It's nice and tight." she obliged.

"With pleasure."

You lied down next to her like before. Then you cursed under your breath as you got another facefull of rainbow hair. . Long hair was turn on for you, but dear Celestia, it could be a pain in the ass to deal with, and whatever magic kept it waving was only making things worse. A minor setback. You again tangled her mane around your hoof and started pushing in. Again, she didn't lie. She was tight. You started moving in and out.

"Out of practice, huh, Princess?"

She nodded.

"Am I hurting you?"

She nodded again.

"Want me to stop?"

She shook her head.

"Thought so."

You picked up the pace.

"Make yourself as tight as you can for me, Princess."

She obliged just as enthusiastically as you expected her to at this point. You could barely move in her. That had to hurt like hell, but in now was that a problem. Celestia started moaning, this time without any attempt to muffle herself.

"Try and be quiet again, Princess. The way you struggled to be silent was adorable."

She once more tried to silent herself, this time, you had to admit, with a bit more success. You meanwhile had picked up the pace, despite Celestia's resistance.

A few moments later she started to contract. Her moans got louder and less contained. She was having an orgasm just from anal.

"You belong in a brothel, Princess, not a castle." you mocked cruelly.

No other pony would have dared to say that.

"I belong... anywhere you... want me to be,... adviser." she moaned.

After her orgasm had subsided she asked "Would you come... visit me there?"

"Perhaps." you teased.

A bit later you yourself were panting. You thought that males shouldn't make sounds during sex, but you couldn't help yourself. You were for once in one boat with your plaything.

"You'd need... a few days... to recover... from my visits." you said before starting to fill Celestia's ass with your cum.

You stuck yourself balls deep and filled her up. Only when both of you stopped panting did you pull out.

"Thank you again." she said already with a bit of regality regained "And I wouldn't have your "visits" go any other way."

You were already walking to her face.

"You want me to clean you again?" she asked.

"Yes, you're a fast learner, Princess."

"I suppose I owe you that much at least."

She started licking you, though this time very gently. Both of you were tired at this point. You were once again stroking her head like a puppy.

"What time is it?" she asked when you were satisfied with her work and pulled back.

You looked at your wristwatch. "5 past 9,..., time sure flies when you're having fun." you grinned at her, knowing both of you had fucked up. You started to untie her. Her struggling had made this easier said than done.

"Guess ponies will be getting... How late are you with lowering the sun?"

"20 minutes." she said annoyed.

"20 minutes of extra sunlight."

"I also had an appointment to a toast with the grand consul."

"Celebrating what?"

Celestia couldn't answer.

"Doesn't sound important. I'll deal with it for you."

"You?"

"Yes. I managed to turn a trial against me into government office and government office into sex with Equestria's prettiest mare. You think I can't handle some grumpy nobles?"

She laughed.

"Well, guess that's one issue covered. Finish untying me so I can fix the other."

"Done."

Celestia waddled over to the window and lowered the sun. Then she came back and collapsed next to you. You thought she'd fall asleep immediately, but instead she gripped you tightly with her hooves first.

"I might never like that Goldbanner, but he sure chose a nice place to kick the bucket" you thought before closing your eyes.