“Your eye looks a little red, Gosling,” Celestia said to her shower companion while her hind hooves clicked and clattered against the textured stone floor. “You will, of course, not explain to anypony how your eye came to be in this condition.” Her dock was still flexing and a ribbon of semi-clear liquid still dribbled down from her over-excited nethers.

“Yeah, my lips are sealed,” Gosling replied while looking up at the big white mare with a grin. “Too bad yours weren’t.” When the mare beside him began to titter, his ears perked and his grin widened. He sidled up closer to his wife and rubbed his dappled body alongside hers. A wicker of appreciation could be heard in the base of his throat and then with a saucy eyebrow waggle, he did what he did best, and that was be a shameless flirt. “When it comes times to look after me, I’ll be a bit more mindful of where I aim.”

Perhaps tired of the smaller pegasus’ sass, Celestia silenced him the only way she knew how: she kissed him, bearing down on him with her height, weight, and strength to make him submit. Of course, Gosling pushed back, even as his legs wobbled while the sounds of flesh slapping together down below filled the air, a sound that made Celestia’s ears pivot and rotate with keen interest.

Without warning, Celestia invaded him, but he should have been expecting that. Her tongue had surprising strength, an earth pony feature no doubt, and it was all he could to endure her affectionate assault. Already a bit sore and a bit tired from his efforts, he submitted to her dominance while her brutish tongue flailed along the roof of his mouth.

She pushed against his lips with an almost brutal savage ferocity and with a mighty pull of her lungs, she sucked the wind out of him, overcoming him with lightheaded dizziness. His legs felt like rubbery noodles and his balls had a mighty, mighty ache. It felt as if he had two new hearts beating in his trim scrotum, the most fragile part of his anatomy that was tucked high up under his tail, a feature unique to pegasus anatomy.

When Gosling pulled away so that he could breathe again, he glared up at her with submissive, yet defiant eyes. His sharp inhale almost whistled and a low equine rumble could be heard in the thickest part of his neck. The sting in his eye was distracting and made it difficult to stand in brave defiance. “You just wait, mare, one day I’ll bring you down.”

Celestia let out a haughty sniff—a warm up—and then she let out a mighty snort that sent water spraying in a fine mist from her nostrils. She tossed her head around, her ears angled forwards over her face, and a dreadful sense of fun blazed in her eyes. Hooves clopping, her hind legs still seemed to have a mind of their own and she drew herself up to her full height, towering over Gosling.

For a moment, it seemed that her horn would scrape the wide rainmaker showerhead.

“I am Sol Invictus—”

“Yeah, yous is the Unconquered Sun, but I can make you moan like a dirty little secondary school filly, ya smarmy broad.” Fearless, Gosling’s eyebrow raised and he stared up at his much larger mate with all of the bravery and stupidity of youth. The only thing that saved him from utter destruction was the fact that he was pretty, and he clung to this knowledge like a shield.

“Don’t make me destroy you.” The suggestion of a spectre of unspeakable sexual deviancy lurked in the depths of Celestia’s cold-spoken, deadpan words. “I have been gentle so far, but I can be cruel.”

“Eh, I ain’t afraid of you, do your worst, Big Spoon.” The moment that the word ‘spoon’ left Gosling’s mouth, he knew that he had gotten under Celestia’s skin. A whispering voice in the back of his mind begged him to think about his own self preservation, but as he stared into Celestia’s mouth, a perfect round ‘O’ of shock, he ignored that annoying little voice and thought about how Celestia looked when she looked up at him from between his legs.

It was far more fun to poke the dragon.

“Yous look cute with your mouth open like that,” Gosling said, continuing to fly into dangerous, unknown skies. “If yous is gonna talk me into submission, I gots something to keep your mouth busy.”

“Gosling…” During the long pregnant pause that followed Celestia’s single-spoken utterance, Gosling felt the hot prickle of magic wrapping around his length and the alicorn’s horn now glowed with a light to rival the sun itself. He was forced to squint and then to turn away, and ears perked when he heard the rest of what his mate had to say: “Stand at attention, soldier!”

Even as something was being squeezed, kneaded by invisible forces, Gosling’s training took over and he snapped to attention. The tickle-prickle of magic was quite warm and now the sensation crept over his balls, which made his groin muscles have fits. Celestia was lowering her head down to be closer to him, and her eyes held the promises of ten thousand unspeakable cruelties that could be done in a single night—an endless night—because she controlled the sun.

“Little Spoon must learn his place and he shall remain at attention,” Celestia said, her lips brushing up against Gosling’s ear and causing it to twitch. “At least you have presented your weapon for inspection, Little Spoon.”

“So, uh, yous wanna help me polish my pike?” Gosling asked, wondering just how far he could push the limits. “It could use a little spit shine—urk!” There was a gentle but commanding tug on his cock that made the next words he was about to say die in his throat. Now he felt swimmy headed, an odd mix of pleasure and pain.

An undulating sensation traveled up and down his length, squeezing at the base, relenting along his shaft, and then jaw gritting pressure was applied near the tip. He had to fight to keep his dock from flagging, and when his balls were squeezed, his hind legs tried to betray him. It felt so good that his eyes almost rolled back into his head and he swayed in place.

There was another painful tug that made his whole body go rigid and he braced at attention, wanting the pleasure, and not the pain. A golden glow shone from his belly and his backside, a blinding, brilliant light, and Celestia’s magic continued to manipulate him in ways that he could not even begin to comprehend.

His hips bucked and a few involuntary humps escaped him. The urge, the driving need to mount something was already driving him crazy. There was a hollow ache along his stomach that could not be satisfied with anything less than a warm, eager, willing body writhing against him. The pegasus was filled with a desperate need to not give his mate the satisfaction of watching him squirm, but he was powerless against her sexual sorcery.

Along his back, he could feel his muscles contracting, tensing, and then down below, things began to feel weird. Celestia’s magic was… creeping… down the entrance of his cock, slithering into his urethral opening and burrowing its way inside. A pleasing vibration teased him from within, sapping his strength and robbing him of his will to resist. The heat was hot and it poured down inside of him like a cunning liquid, touching him in places where he had never been touched, and it buzzed like a whole swarm of bees setting up a hive in the hollow of his groin.

Celestia whispered into his ear, “Submit to me, Little Spoon, and I will be merciful.”

To respond, Gosling was forced to gasp out a lone syllable: “No!”

“So be it.” Celestia’s lips nibbled on the edge of Gosling’s ear and there never was a sweeter, more well-intentioned tormentor. “Now you will learn a dreadful lesson, my student.”

Something crawled up his backside and there was a most curious sensation that seemed to slither over his tailhole. Now, he felt pressure, something pushed, something unseen and demanding. The tables had been turned and Gosling was determined to explore this new frontier with all of the bravery he could muster.

He whimpered when he felt himself parted and something pushed inside. Now, something thrummed against what felt like the root of his cock from the inside and it filled his hindgut with previously unexperienced warmth. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and with a cry, he broke. Reaching out, he clung to Celestia’s front leg, pressing his neck against her, and he would have fallen to the floor had she not been holding his hindquarters up. One foreleg wrapped even tighter around Celestia’s elbow, and Gosling’s tongue unfurled from his slack jaw.

The sensation inside of his urethra was like flossing, but had a pleasant pulsating sensation that traversed the length of his shaft, moving to and fro. He only had a vague awareness of the fact that his tail had been lifted and pushed aside. Something thumped like a pounding heart just inside his anus, and that something had an incredible heat that made his balls ache with the need to empty. As for his balls themselves, they were being squeezed and kneaded within his scrotum; when the pressure peaked, his hind legs bucked and stomped in response.

“Be brave, soldier, just a little longer now,” Celestia whispered, and her words were like an intense flame that burned his ear. “This will be unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, I promise.”

Gosling did not know it, but his prostate was being manipulated.

Charley horses ran up and down Gosling’s hind legs, rendering them useless. The muscles drew so taut, so tight, that his legs buckled and folded together, trying to shield his tender groin from further sensation. Stars floated in the black depths that were the inside of Gosling’s squeezed-shut eyelids. He was powerless and it was all he could do to just remain conscious while this continued.

There was a tremendous feeling of pressure from within as something mashed hard against the soft, meaty places hidden near the root of his fine, streamlined pegasus prick. It proved to be too much and the floodgates broke. The single largest wad of semen that had ever shot out of Gosling came forth like a cannon blast, propelled by immense pressure. Every stomach muscle clenched, crushing the air from his lungs, and the flood of semen hit the floor with enough force that it threatened to crack the stone tile. The sound it made was terrific, a violent, forceful sound as it spattered, and Gosling’s back arched while his body braced for a second ejaculation.

Somehow, the second was even worse than the first, which as it had turned out, was just his body clearing the way for what was yet to come. A gibbering cry escaped from between Gosling’s clenched teeth and the second blast began to tear its way free. It rumbled down his urethra like a cannonball that was almost too tight for the bore of the cannon. The pressure bearing down on him from just inside his tailhole increased, and Gosling knew what it felt like to be a lemon squeezed for juice.

The second shot hit the stone floor with enough force to bounce, and it broke into a thousand tiny droplets that got washed away by the steaming, streaming water. Swirls and eddies of white circled the drain, along with a multitude of fine white and gradient grey hairs. Gosling couldn’t even thrust his hips, he was paralysed by his own ejacution, which now came from him rapid-fire. The wet splats of it hitting the floor could not be heard by Gosling, who was almost deafened by the blood roaring in his ears.

His muscles ached as the Charley horses ran rampant, galloping up and down the lengths of his legs, their cruel hooves cutting deep into his flesh. Lost in the terrible throes of the most intense orgasm of his life, Gosling cried like a foal and bawled into the soft fuzz of Celestia’s perfect white leg.

Semen continued spurting from the tip of his cock for a good thirty seconds at least, strong bursts at first, which tapered off into high pressure droplets propelled outwards by the powerful forces of constriction that wracked his insides. The pleasure and the pain melded into a pleasant, almost intoxicating warm fuzz and Gosling felt as though he was drifting away on a warm cloud dappled with summer’s sunshine.

Celestia held him in her magic, his tremouring, trembling body lifted away from the floor while his copious, stringy ribbons of semen formed spiral patterns as it circled the drain. Like a drunkard given too much wine, Gosling was wasted and he wept while his cock twitched and waved like some mad conductor’s wand.

At long last, he began to soften, and he felt a soft kiss against his ear, followed by the words, “I think it is time I took you to bed, Little Spoon.”

Author's Note

One more chapter to go...