Celestia's Day Off

It was a slow day at court. Celestia had taught every student she had ever had about the importance of seizing opportunities as they came, and she wasn't about to ignore her own advice. At around one o'clock it became so apparent that there was really nothing to do, that she decided to simply take the day off. Her servants usually assumed she spent her days off walking in the gardens, or napping. They were wrong. Very, very wrong.

She would go to the gardens, all right. But she didn't stay there. She would disappear behind a hedge or a statue, there would be a flash of yellow light, and then a young pegasus would fly away. And that mare was certainly not Celestia. She was a much smaller mare. Her coat was the same brilliant white, but her mane was now just a simple blue. Her cutie mark was no longer a sun, but a group of yellow birds.

She left for the city, detouring through the visitor's entrance. She quickly passed through the noble neighborhoods around the palace, and down into the lower levels. Soon, she was in the parts of the city that no princess had any business being. So it was a good thing that "Blue Sky" wasn't a princess. She made her way down a very particular street, to a very particular establishment. This bar cum brothel, was one of her favorite places to go when she found an excuse to sneak off.

The door let her in with a creak. A dim room with a pleasant smoky smell greeted her, as did the bartender. "Hey there Sky! good to see you," he said. Several ponies whistled at the sound of her name. "You here for the usual?"

"You betcha," Sky said. She took a seat on a stool near him.

"Those guys were sure excited to see you." A stallion next to her piped up.

She shrugged, "why wouldn't they be excited to see a pretty mare like me?"

"Well, I'm just wondering what a pretty mare like you is doing in a place like this."

She laughed at him. "Really, the oldest line in the book?" The bartender arrived with her drink, she sipped it before continuing. "Another thing, you must be new here if you don't know who I am."

"Tell me, then. Or even better, show me," he winked at her.

"Oh I like you," she said, "you've got balls. Here, just let me finish this." She knocked back the rest of her drink and hopped off her stool.

"C'mon!" she said, hooking a wing around his neck, "let me show you around the back." He got off his stool excitedly, and let her lead him away through a small door. Sky popped her head back out for a moment and hollered to the rest of the room "Don't worry, I'm not gonna forget about you guys. Just hold on to your boners."

She kicked the door closed behind her and faced the stallion. The room they were in was small and dim and hot. Blue Sky liked the heat, though. She finally took a moment to really look at the stallion she was about to fuck. Not that she was picky, but she appreciated a handsome stallion as much as the next mare. This one did not disappoint; he looked delicious. She couldn't wait to find out if he tasted delicious too, but held back. These things take a little time, you can't just dive right in. "Ooh, you're a handsome one," she cooed, "why don't you just sit right back." She nudged him up onto a bench running across the back of the room.

She admired his restraint: he wasn't hard yet. She was practically soaked already, and the scent of her juices was starting to really fill the room--there was no way he couldn't smell it. Well, I'll just start of slow she thought. She spread her wings as much as she could, and started to gently caress him. She traced the lines of his face with the very tips of her feathers. Then she moved to his balls and sheath. These she stroked (slightly) more forcefully, with the full edge of her wing, rather than the tip. It wasn't long before she saw the head of his penis starting to crawl up his belly.

Celestia loved cock. Adored it. And in her thousands of years she had seen a lot of cocks. Every shape and size she could think of she had had at one point or another. But the variation was endless; no two were exactly the same, and she never got tired of them. Nor had she ever found a cock she couldn't find something to like about. She didn't have to try hard with this one. From the tip alone she could tell it was going to be a good one (a part of her mind, not for the first time, thought about writing a book about how much you could tell about a stallion from his penis).

It still needed encouragement, however, so she moved in for more direct stimulation. She lowered her head until it was completely between his legs. She made him wait a moment longer to savor the moment, the smell of a new stallion. Also, she liked balls too. He had a good sack; his balls hung loosely inside. She sucked one into her mouth, then the other. She licked them slowly, relishing their weight on her tongue.

His was out completely now, and it flopped down over her face. She shivered in delight. She lifted a hoof and rubbed it against her face as it rapidly grew. In her chambers back at the palace, she had sheets made of the finest silk, as soft and smooth as could be made--even those did not compare to how good a cock felt against her cheek. When the cock had reached its full length, she finally let herself lick it. Slowly, slowly, she felt every bump and ridge, followed every vein swelling on its surface. She traced the edge of the flare. Then, for a moment, she remembered that there was a pony attached to the cock. She looked up at the stallion. If he had said anything earlier, she hadn't heard it, but he was panting now. She realized suddenly that his hoof was resting lightly on the back of her head. She smiled at him. Without breaking eye contact, she lapped at the underside of his dick, then worked her lips around it until the whole circumference was in her mouth. She bobbed her head, ever so slightly, enjoying the way he completely filled her mouth. After a little of that she darted forward, letting him smack into the opening of her throat, not even trying to swallow. It made a wet sound that she loved. It drove the stallions crazy too. A second, a third time she smacked it. She pulled back and watched as a long strand of drool dripped off the tip, with more running down its length.

"Mmmm. You taste good," she said, "time for the real deal." She gripped the cock in the crook of her leg and popped the head back in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it back and forth. Then, she flattened her tongue, slid it under, and pressed forward, swallowing rapidly as she pushed it down into her throat. Down, down she went. It filled her throat completely; she could feel her neck bulging. She stopped when she reached the medial ring, after swallowing what seemed like miles of cock.

At that point she started to hum. Or tried to. She barely made any noise, for the muscles of her throat were all gripping the stallion tightly. She used her hoof, still holding him to pump it deeper into her throat. Each time pulled back even a little it brought a wave of slobber out with it. Her eyes were more and more watery; tears ran down her face. The burning of suffocation started building in her chest, so she slid his cock out, and leaned against the bench, panting. The stallion was breathing heavily too, and as she caught her breath, she watched his cock closely, how it twitched with each heartbeat. He was close. She reached a hoof between her own legs and shuddered as she drew it across her pussy. It came away wet. Just a while longer she thought to the ache in her nethers.

Whenever she was one on one with a stallion like this, she could never decide where to have him cum. She loved the taste of it, and how it flooded her mouth, even how it lingered, coating the walls of her throat long afterward. While she was thinking she spotted a drop of pre starting to leak out, and eagerly lapped it up. But, on the other hoof, she liked it when ponies came over her face and body. It felt so wonderfully dirty being covered in sheets of cum. It seeped into her coat, making everything sticky, making clumpy and discolored as it dried--absolutely filthy, and she loved it. Sometimes she wished she could have been a prostitute instead of a princess.

She sucked idly on her stallion's penis as she thought, eventually deciding to just swallow this time. She thought she might as well keep herself somewhat presentable before she went out to have a go at the other ponies. She would just let them ruin her face, and every other part of her.

She picked up the pace, bobbing her head faster, while stroking his shaft with her hoof. She actually heard him start to moan. She went even faster and--his flare swelled up, as his whole cock pulsed in her mouth and hoof. She felt the first thick spurt of cum splattering against the back of her throat. And the second. She swallowed as fast as she could. But every time she had no sooner gulped it down than it was replaced with a new salty wave. A lesser mare wouldn't have been able to keep up with it. Not Blue Sky. She caught every drop. After he had finished cumming, she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a soft pop.

She held the softening cock close as she cleaned it off. She diligently licked every bit of cum from it. She gave it one last kiss goodbye as it shrunk completely. "Well, how was it?" she asked with a smile on her face. Her stallion didn't respond, he simply sat, eyes closed, and a blissful expression on his face. "Yes, I am good, aren't I?" she chuckled. She stood up and stretched her legs, then walked to the door. She looked over her shoulder at him. She said, "make you sure you come back here. If you're lucky you might see me again, and--" she flicked her tail high and to the side, giving him a good view of her dripping cunt "--maybe I'll let you have a go at my other end," shaking her rump.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and get railed by all those nice stallions out there. Feel free to join in if you're feeling up to it." She gave him one last wink and left.