A Princess for a President

Barack opens his eyes; it is still dark. He feels the weight of Celestia as she lies ontop of him, his arms around her. The chill of the night prods the edges of body, and he he hugs her close. The warmth of her soft fur is like a sunbath on his skin. He puts a leg over her flank, and rubs it for warmth. She snorts in her sleep and nuzzles closer; her long kashmir mane rests under her like a pillow. Barack lies dozing on the grass, gently stroking Celestia's head. Suddenly he jerks his head up in alarm. A voice echos across the countryside like thunder.

“Sister!”

Celestia raises her head groggily from Barack's chest. Her eyes half closed she looks up into the sky.

“Oh goodness, where has the time gone?” She says yawning. “Close your eyes for a moment will you sweetheart?” Barack shuts his eyes. Behind his eyelids he sees a bright white flash, and then, dark red outlines mixed with black as if someone had turned on a light while his eyes were closed. He feels the lightness in his body as Celestia stands up, and a sudden warmth from all around him. He feels Celestia lick his ear gently.

“You can open your eyes now.”

He opens his eyes painfully as javelins of light poke his eyes. It was daylight! The sun had come up as his eyes were closed.

“Did you do this?”

“Yes, I command the sun to rise and set in this reality. A duty I share with my sister. That was her voice you heard earlier. I think I overslept a little.” She giggled.

“She doesn't seem as soft spoken as you.”

“There's really nothing soft about shouting across the countryside. She is really very kindhearted once you get to know her, and I think you will get to know her. I see her coming now.”

Barack could see a dark spec in the sky, growing larger as flew closer to them. A unicorn like Celestia, smaller, but with a similar face and a dark blue coat and a black crown.

“I remember the first time we met in the garden, you had long white wings. Was that the magic talking or are you like your sister?”

“Yes, let me show you.” Celestia's horn sparkles bright, and majestic wings grow from her sides.

“I can shrink them when I need to. They're a little ungainly in bed.”

Barack reaches out to touch them. Like everything in her world, her wings look like a blob of curves joined together like in a children's storybook. But when he touches them he can feel dozens of feathers rustling against his fingers.

“Mmm, rub closer to my wing joints. Yes! I like that, it feels wonderful.” She bends her head to the side and strokes her face against her shoulder, enjoying the rub like a happy dog.

“Sister!” Luna bellows again, and the ground shakes as she lands.

“You are late with your duties sister! Word comes from the Steeds of the Square Table that they invite the royal presence for tea and lunch!”

“Mmm, Loony please talk softly. My head is still a little woozy from last night.”

Luna glances at Barack sitting naked on the ground. His toned body glistens in the sun and his penis sits slumped in the grass. She turns to Celestia with an icy glare.

“You use your magic wantonly sister. I see your ways have changed little. Know this! I will serve, but not your petty amusements or your pets. I will favour you once with this elixir to restore your strength. I leave now until the night calls, but as for your companion,” Luna turned to Barack and fired a ray of shadows at his crotch. Barack could only watch in horror as his penis and scrotum shrivelled to the size of raisens.

“Wait Loon-Loon, Lulu, Looneypoo, I haven't even introduced you to my boyfriend.”

“I care not for your deviant tastes. Know that should you place the kingdom in danger, I will bring my hoof down on your activities.”

“You look adorable when you pout Lunalee. I think you've been couped up in that castle for too long. Why don't you take my place at the Square Table for lunch?”

“I-”

“Listen Lulu, I think brooding all night while everyone sleeps is not very healthy for you. I want you to share in what it means to be a princess and a ruler, and you can't be doing that perched atop your tower all night long. Take my place at the Square Table and conduct yourself like a true leader of our people sister.”

“If that is your command than that is your command. I am grateful for the opportunity, but I still worry for you sister. The royal guards will start a manhunt once they find that you are missing from your chambers.”

“I had already dismissed them from their duties for the day.”

“Nevertheless, you will have to work clandestinely or else risk controversy strolling the countryside like a harlot.”

“I will take care of myself, should anyone ask I am merely escorting the Prince of The Endless Sands on his visit to Equestria.”

“Hmph, though I do not approve of your truancy, nor of your mischief, I will overlook these transgressions for your kindness and because you are my sister.”

Celestia and Luna hug each other close with their wings. They give each other loving nuzzles, exchange goodbyes, and with a pat on her butt by Celestia, Luna lifts off majestically and flies into the horizon.

“What's the problem dear?” Celestia says turning back to Barack.

“Look at my nuts and tell me.” he says grimly. “The only thing stopping me from getting up and screaming at the world is knowing you can fix this.”

Celestia bends down and puts his raisin sized privates in her mouth. She fits them between her lips and lets her tongue run over them. Obama shudders. Even though they were shrunk, he could feel her wet tongue and saliva slither over his balls like they were normal, like a phantom appendage. He feels his scrotum convulse and his penis squirt. She pulls away and sticks out her tongue and on it is a small white droplet which she swallows.

“So about my dick?”

Celestia's horn shines and Barack is momentarily blinded. When his eyes adjust, he sees his penis back to its normal size and girth.

“I remember it being longer.”

“Oh hush, I removed the spell so it would return to normal size.”

“What's the matter with your sister? No offence but she seems like a frigid bitch.”

“She's spent the last millennium on the moon. She's a little envious of me I think. If she knew where to find us, I think she may have been watching us last night. The poor thing.

“I take it she needs a good dicking?”

“Yes. Maybe she can meet a nice boy at the party. I hope she does, but enough about Luna. Let's talk about us.”

“I take it I'm incognito as some sort of desert prince?”

“Yes, we'll get it all sorted out at the palace. I'll even let you borrow a sceptre, but first I feel we need to get you some clothes.”

“Don't all ponies walk around naked?”

“Yes and no. Retractable genitalia.”

“Only shows when you're horny?”

“And even then we have these nice tails to cover ourselves. Males have a testicle pouch on their underside. The penis slips through on command or coercion. Painful when you are trying to conceal an erection. Shrinks back in and covers itself up when you are finished.”

“That's a lot to take in all before breakfast. What's there to eat around here?”

“You can nibble some grass until we get to Ponyville.”

“I can't eat grass.”

“Why not?”

“Human's can't digest grass, only one stomach. What's Ponyville?”

“A small town about two to three hours walk from here. I can't take you back to the royal city of Canterlot just yet. It would attract too much attention. I have some business in Ponyville as well. Here taste some of this elixir Luna brought us.”

Celestia drew a gulp from the beaker and passed it to Barack. He took a sip, and though he felt invigorated as if having drunk a cup of coffee, his stomach if anything felt emptier than ever.

“I'm sorry babe, doesn't look like your potion did the trick. And I don't think being on my feet all day, skipping lunch and dinner, then having sex all night helped much either.”

“If you really want something to eat, there is a spell I know. A transfiguration spell that produces a rich creamy nectar similar to that of chocolate syrup.”

“Sounds good. If this is the backup plan what's the catch?”

“The elixir is transfigured from my excretion.”

“Is this some kind of joke? You're going to shit chocolate syrup into my mouth and it will fill me up?”

“Yes that is the gist of what I said. If you're uncomfortable with it we can proceed on our hike to Ponyville.”

“Isn't there a way to just teleport us there or call for help?”

“No, I'll reveal you when you look a little bit more presentable. I have to rule over this land, perhaps for eternity. The little criticisms and mistakes dog me for centuries. My magic has its limits as well, while I could fly us both to Ponyville, I do not know if my charms can keep us hidden for long if I am drained from the endeavour. We will sneak into Ponyville, get you clothed and return to Canterlot with as little exertion as possible.”

“No travel sex then?” Barack could hear his stomach grumble. He could feel weakness creeping to his arms and legs.

“This syrup, it's not going to revert back to its natural form in my stomach is it?.”

“No, it is a remarkable spell. No adverse side effects except the willpower required by a powerful sorceress.”

"How do you know this? Have you done it before?"

"I learned it from the manuscripts of the Venusian Herd. A cult of ponies that worshipped the body and their symbiosis with each other. They subsisted in the cold north where they could hide their sexual devience from my kingdom. They lived through transmogrifying and recycling what they could in the artic wastelands. A famous explorer, Captain James Hoof, found their bodies huddled on top of each other. The remains of a final frenzied orgy as a last effort to ward against the cold. He did not know that though. It was only later, when their manuscripts were retrived and I scryed them for magical traps, did I learn what they had done."

"And you hid it?"

"Their plans were lunacy. I do not propose to walk into the bedrooms of my subjects, but this could not be allowed to spread."

"So will it drive me insane like it did to those ponies?"

"No, you will have to trust me or we can go on. It is your decision."

"I can't tell anymore if it's the hunger, or some kind of hex, or maybe something's just loose in my head. I'll trust in your judgement, one leader to another. I can't go on for another hour without eating something.”

“Lie down on your back.”

Barack lies down on the grass and closes his eyes. Celestia positions her rear end over him. She lifts her tail and squats with her hind legs. Her horn shines brightly as do her eyes. Lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed, her face is contorted in exertion. Her body shakes, and slowly from her ass hole, a drip of creamy white liquid begins to stream out. It lands in Baracks mouth, and instantly he begins to savour the warm chocolaty taste. It effortlessly slides down his throat, and into his stomach. The aroma of cocoa, mixed with a hint of cherry, and the natural minty musk of Celestia's ass flood his nose. With every gulp he feels fuller, and as suddenly as it started; it had stopped. He traces his hand around his mouth and licks the last of the syrup off his fingers. He sits up and traces his tongue around her starfish, licking up the last of the delicious syrup. Exhausted, Celestia falls forward onto the grass.

“Barack, be a dear and hand me the elixer.”

Barack picks up the beaker of elixer and brings it to Celestia's lips. She drains the contents and stands up refreshed.

“It's a remarkable potion for wizards. My sister is a genius with alchemy. I'm ashamed to admit that centuries of alchemical secrets were lost when I banished her to the moon.”

“You love your sister very much don't you?”

“If I wasn't completely sure that banishing her to the moon for a thousand years was the correct thing to do, I would sooner have banished myself in her place. Come, lets go we have a long journey ahead. I will cast an invisibility charm on us which will last until we make arrive at Carousel Boutique. Wrap that towel around yourself for now. Good. Let me cast this charm. There! That will keep us hidden from any curious pegasi who happen to fly over us. We'll be able to see each other but no one else will. Although they can still smell and hear us so do be careful where you step. Come now, Ponyville is this way. We'll be able to get a decent meal once we are there.”

***

The journey was to Ponyville was uneventful, although scenic. Celestia would stop to graze the grass and the flowers as they went along.

“The taste is rather bland before it's been cooked but it'll do for a snack.”
Barack was happy to enjoy the rolling countryside, the smell of the outdoors and the fresh air. The weather was wonderful, and his companion even more so. They did not talk much as they walked, although once in a while when Celestia bent to nibble on the plants, she would wiggle her butt for Barack. They stopped at stream to drink the cool, fresh, running water.

“The water in my domain is always fresh and clean for anyone to drink without fear.”

Barack rinsed his mouth.

“Are there any toothbrushes, towels, things like that here?”

“Yes, yes. Once we get to Ponyville we can have a hot bath and a hot meal.”

Gradually the trees gave way to dirt roads, farmlands, and bright houses.

“I feel like a rock in this town. Everything is so bright and colourful but me. All the little contours on my face, where the light reflects in a million different ways; it stands out so crudely on my face.” He whisperes to Celestia.

“You're thinking too hard.” She whispers back.

“I'm trying to keep my mind off my country. I hope I don't come back to nuclear rubble because I let a magic golem run the free world for a day.”

The sun arches to its zenith. The streets of Ponyville bustle with merchants, and ponies running errands. Barack and Celestia stay on the outskirts, nimbly stepping around the crowd until it thins out and they arrived at their destination. Carousal Boutique looks like a two story fairytale castle. It's dotted with a pink and purple diamond pattern, and has a little yellow cone with a red strip curling around it, and a red banner fluttering at the top. Celestia opens the door without breaking her illusion, Barack follows. The chime of a bell rings through the show floor, she closes the door behind her and locks it; deftly flipping the sign from open to close. Barack looks around. It is a modest show floor. A small stage shows off the latest summer dresses on pony mannequins. Clothes racks dot the floor with women's apparel. Hats, boots, blouses, pants and skirts. He hears the owner trotting out from the back. She is a white unicorn, well coifed purple mane and tail, and three diamonds on her flank for a cutie mark. Her long black eyelashes match her black eyeliner, and her blue eyeshadow match her blue eyes Only half the size of Celestia though, much like the rest of the ponies Barack had seen in town.

“Welcome to Carousel Boutique...” she starts and trails off when she sees no one there.

“Boo.” Celestia whispers in her ear. She jumps in terror. Her fright quickly turns to awe and she bows for her queen.

“Princess Celestia! What are you doing here?”

“Shh...keep your voice down my dear. No one knows we are here, and I task you to keep this secret.”

“Of course princess, you have my word that no one will know. But mind I ask why you have graced my humble shop today, and if it's no great gossip, why the secrecy?”

“It is for my friend here. When you see him you will know why.”

Celestia shines her horn and Rarity's eyes widen as Obama appears next to her in a dirty towel wrapped around his waist.

“He is a prince from a far away land. I have invited him to stay at Castle Canterlot. But on his journey I am afraid he has lost his clothes and has been forced to wear the rags you see about him.”

“Oh my a prince and a princess in my store! The wonders never cease, but come your highness we can't have you stroll about Canterlot like that can we? Let me fix something wonderful for you.”

“You have my appreciation. May I ask what your name is?”

“You certainly may, my name is Rarity.”

“And a Rarity you are. I have not seen a unicorn as dazzling as you since I met your beautiful princess.”

“Oh stop...really?”

“Rarity if you please,” Celestia cut in, “Barack and I could use a hot bath and something to eat. We are very famished.”

“Oh but of course your highness. I, Rarity, will prepare for you a meal fit for a queen.”

Celestia turns to Barack.

“Poor dear. Imagine if the King of England walked into your house and asked for lunch. That's what she's feeling right now.”

“She doesn't seem to mind.”

“Forgot to tell us the way to the bathroom. I don't blame her for being nervous. Why don't you go shower first, I'll go see what she is up to.”

They walk into the back of the store, and into Rarity's home. There was a kitchen where she was working feverishly on lunch, a work room and stairs that lead up to a bedroom and bathroom.

“I'll go see what she's up to, you go on up and see if you can find a shower.”

Barack climbs the steps, and ducks into the bathroom. Strange how ponies have doors twice as high as they are tall, and very tall ceilings as well. Barack takes off his towel and throws it in the hamper. A little remorseful for having stole the towel from the hotel. If some pain in the ass maid found out and sold the story to the press, he hates to think what his doppleganger would have to put up with. That is if he can put up with anything. Barack suddenly started to sweat. This was a bad idea coming here. The enormity of what he was doing hits him straight in the gut. This wasn't a one hour fling. He had left his country, the world even, in the hands of a mindless clay doll. He could feel the urge to empty his stomach on the floor and fights it down. He falls to his knees. He can feel his arms shaking, his vision becomes blurry.

“That witch”, he thinks. “What has that witch done to me. My entire life, I've thrown it away. I'll go down in history as a menace.” He could feel his eyes roll back. The world starts to go dark, and his arms feel like rubber as the strength in them fade away. He painfully falls to the ground and blacks out.