A Princess for a President

It was only a month ago Barack had been playing boardgames with his girls.

“Dad can I have a mint?”

“I don't think we have any in the house. I'll have someone get a pack for you tomorrow.”

“No it's okay. Your breath smells minty so I thought you had some on you.”

Freud once said a woman's view toward men is shaped by her relationship with her father. There are a lot of ways to disappoint your daughter, but to be caught in an affair with another woman? Why? Because your wife isn't pretty enough. Because she isn't young enough. Her breasts feel limp in your hands. Her vagina feels awkward after giving birth to your children. She doesn't want to love like the way you used to, before the children came. Children don't talk to their parents about the things they know. When their father is caught pants down, bent over a woman half his age, they know why, or they think they do, and they carry it inside themselves for the rest of their lives. And your nightmare as a father? Your daughter pants down, a man twice her age bent over her. Her name plastered on the front page of every newspaper in the world. That's not even half the humiliation that Barack would face if they knew why his breath was minty.

Kneeling on the floor, one hand stroking his dick, the other holding up Celestia's tail as he buries his face in her sweet, sticky, pussy. Her eyes closed, head against the floor she breathes heavily, her stomach heaving from the pleasure. The sweet sensation of Barack's tongue flows from her vagina, to her stomach, up her chest, through her neck, out her mouth in little pants, and into her mind. His tongue does little swirls around her clit, telling her to leak a little more love juice for him. She sucks her stomach in and arches her back. She can feel her crotch lose control and the flush of her sweet fluid spraying out. She falls on her side, legs stretched on the bathroom mat. Her back tingles, as Barack walks over her. Through half closed eyes she can see him squat in front of her. He grabs her chin not too gently, lifts her head and jerks his long cock in front of her. He gasps hard, and spurts of cum jet from his penis in drenching Celestia's face. She licks at her muzzle greedily and tongues the edges of his penis and the droplets of cum trickling out.

He traces his fingers over her flank as she flicks her tongue against his penis head. First his strokes run with her soft warm fur, downward past her privates. Curling his fingers, he runs them against the grain, slowly making his way to the base of her tail, and makes little circles around it. His index slowly trails its way down to her little asshole, presses against its tightness. He hears her thigh shift giddily, and he pushes harder, slowly twisting his finger into her buttocks. He can hear her give a sharp “ah” as his finger twists into her hole. He can feel her sphincter pulsating around his finger as he twists it back and forth. Barack holds his finger still as Celestia turns over on to her back. The feeling of her asshole twisting around his index renews his rock hard erection. Her hooves in the air as Barack gives her tight spot a few more twists with his finger; she slowly cascades her legs, spreading them open symmetrically. She thrusts her hips back and forth against the ground, her head turned, her eyes closed, her body begging for sex. Barack pulls his finger out, he holds his penis with one hand, as he holds himself over her with the other. Slowly he tickles her sphincter with the head of the shaft, then drags it over to her pussy. He pushes it in, her hips still gliding back and forth, he joins the rhythm. Slowly he lowers himself closer, moving his hips in her pussy, gently kissing her neck. Her juices lube his penis; they move their hips quicker. Celestia moans softly. Barack can feel her thighs quivering, the heat from her love hole marinating his sweaty penis in her tight pussy. He can feel himself reaching his limit, he raises himself above her, and thrusts himself to climax. With every spurt, he thrusts deep into her. Celestia breathes deeply, savouring the feeling of the warm cum swimming below her belly. She wraps all four hooves, around him, and brings him closer in embrace. They lie on the bathroom rug, sweating, listening to each other's gentle breathing. Barack's penis slowly softens, unplugging her puss, and letting trickles of warm semen drip down into her asshole and onto her tail.

Her eyes half-closed, Celestia wonders how her life could have been, had she been born a human in this world. Newly-wed, still at the height of their passions, here his cum germinates into their daughter. Every night until their child is born; relentless lovemaking until the break of dawn. No where would be safe from their unbridled passions. Their sexual imagination, exploding creatively in every room of their house. Their lovemaking intensifies as the years go on, and when their bones creak from a life of requited love, they hold hands in their old age, fingers playing like their bodies did when they were younger, and gently drifting off pleasantly with no regrets of love lost.

Lost in her daydream, she doesn't notice her barrier had weakened. A knock on the bathroom door jolts both of them.

“Daddy are you in there? You promised you would play Monopoly us while mommy was out.”

“Just a moment dear I'll be out in a moment.”

Celestia was gone. All that was left was a small wet stain on the rug, and the scent of peppermint on his breath.
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Celestia had him in her world for herself. That day a month ago, she could have cast all the fertility charms known in the kingdom. Turned his fresh semen into a child, and torn her lover in two. It crossed her mind more than once but she banished the thought.. Somewhere on that bathroom rug she felt something for the first time in her ageless life. She wondered if Barack had felt it too, but she knew he had years ago with Michelle. If she had to choose between tearing her lover's heart and soul between his family and herself, she was not sure if she could do it. Why bring him here? So far away, from home, and so close to her. Where she can turn his every thoughts to her, and if need be keep him here with the temptation of pleasures beyond any in his world.

Celestia sighed heavily, clearing her mind and trotting onwards. The invisibility charm cloaking three now. The last gleaming rays of dusk grasp fruitlessly at the ground as the sun fades away, and the dark comes to blanket Ponyville. She feels a hand on her back, slowly running back and forth. Barack had heard her sigh, and she blushed. She was being selfish. All this time wondering about how she could have him for herself, not realizing how much he had sacrificed to be with her. To come all this way, to betray family, friends, and country. He cared for her in a way she could not understand, and she loved him for it. She turned her head back and nuzzled his mouth. Barack pulled away and jerked his head toward their companions.

Little Rarity had a smirk on her face, and was trying, very poorly, to hide her curious glances at the couple. She knew she was caught and blushed.

“So,” she spoke embarassedly, “are you two a couple of sorts?”

Barack looked at Celestia as she spoke.

“It's getting a late for questions like that, but it can be said that we are close companions.”

Rarity giggled, and trotted along head held high, proud to be in the entourage of two royals. She threw furtive glances at Barack and Celestia from time to time, as they walked together, his arm around her shoulders and their heads touching. There was no rush, Ponyville was at home and in bed.

They had walked for a long time, and though they wished it would last longer, soon the trio had arrived in front of a mighty tree at the edge of the town. It towered over every building, and plant, and jutting from its sides were windows, and a grand door stood at its base.

“Here we will spend the night.” said Celestia. “Tomorrow we go to Cantorlot and the royal court.” She knocked once with the knocker. A young voice from inside answered.

“Library's closed! Come back tomorrow.”

Celestia's horn started to glow, and the door burst open as if hit by a gale. Books and parchment were gusted into the air and a purple pony, the size of Rarity, came rushing out to see the commotion, and with her a small purple dragon. They take one look at the princess and quickly bow before her.

“Princess...” Twilight begins, but Celestia hushes her kindly.

“Twilight Sparkle, my dearest student, you could not have known I were coming.”

“But princess what brings you to Ponyville at this hour? And who's that tall monkey with you? And why is Rarity here?”

“Twilight I am shocked!” Rarity replied. “You speak as if I were the last person you would ever expect to see with a royal princess. And I thought we were friends!”

“I'm sorry Rarity, but you have to admit that's it a little weird that the Princess, and giant ape and one of my closest friends, suddenly blow the door to my house open, scrambling hours of dedicated cleaning and organization onto my living room in the middle of the night!.”

“Twilight how could you?! Closest friend? I thought we were more than that. Bon amis, ami par excellence, but simply closest? Why I have half a mind to take Princess Celestia and Prince Barack, oh you do know he's a prince don't you? Nevermind. I have half a mind to take both of these honoured guests back to my cottage and have them grace me and my home with their generous presence.”

“Girls, girls,” Princess Celestia cut in. “There's no need to squabble over such petty things. Come Twilight let me help you clean the mess I made.” With a flick of her horn, the papers and books sprawled around the room rearranged themselves neatly in their proper positions.

“Wow Princess! You've got to teach me that trick, that'll save me loads of time every week!” Twilight said with delight.

“Tut, tut, patience my stalwart student, soon you may even learn enough to surpass me in the magical arts. Come now, we are all very tired and have a long journey to Canterlot waiting for us tomorrow.”

“Canterlot?” Twilight asked.

“Yes Canterlot my dear Twilight, and you'll be coming with us.”

“Can I come too?” The little dragon asked.

“I'm afraid not Spike, someone will have to stay and guard the library from book thieves. Can I trust to you to be a an honorary Canterlot guard while we stay at the castle?”

“You can count on me princess!” Spike says with an enthusiastic salute.

“Now we really should be getting to bed Twilight, the day has been incredibly long and introductions will have to wa-what was that noise?”

Someone was knocking hard on the door.

“Twilight! I know you're having a party in the there!”

Celestia winced. “Spike, quickly get me a pen and a piece of paper. Twilight, Rarity, make sure all the windows and door are locked. Barack my dear, please stay away from the windows, we can't afford for you to be seen or the entire town will be flooded with parties, and parades, and who knows what other sort of nonsense that fills the head of that silly pink pony.”

Twilight and Rarity, rushed through the tree-house, latching windows and shutting balcony doors, with the flick of their magic horns. Too often in the nick of time, the latch would shut and immediately at the window there would be a flash of pink.

“Send this immediately to the castle Spike.” Celestia said, handing him a parchment with a written note. He saluted and set the paper on fire with a dazzling green flame.

“Everything secure and shut Princess!” Twilight and Rarity trotted back to the common room a little winded. “Not even an ant could crawl its way in once the library is in lock down mode. Say does anyone hear that noise?”

The distinctive noise of a motor revving cut through the stillness of the night, and soon after the sound of metal on wood could be heard.

“That lunatic has found herself a chainsaw.” Celestia groaned. The metal teeth of the chainsaw were carving a circle for Ponyville's resident party animal to make her dramatic entrance. But as the chainsaw reached its apex, the night suddenly seemed to grow pitch dark as the stars were blotted with thick clouds. Only a single piercing light shimmered from the sky and it was from the moon, glowing fiercely, and suddenly the wind picked up, gusting as if on the eve of a terrible storm. And from outside they heard the shrills of the would-be intruder.

“Bats! The bees of the night! Help me!” Her cries grew distant very quickly, and Celestia motioned everyone to step outside. There they were met with a majestic sight.

A legion of black winged stallions hovered silently in the air, their reins lassoed to a luxurious looking barge. And at the helm of the barge stood Luna, the pale moonlight glinting off her sinister black armour, coating it with a silver sheen.

“Oh Luna, you didn't have to bring the entire Canterlot army to escort us. It was only Pinkie Pie.”

“My sister, if word were to reach anyone but the most trusted of Canterlot Knights, of this shameless frolicking, then I'm afraid the royal house would crumble under the weight of the shame you will have brought upon it.”

Celestia giggled and asked everyone to climb into the spacious rooms of the barge.

“Come now, Rarity and Twilight, you may both share a room, and Barack and I will share the King's suite.”

“Twilight Sparkle, you may have the Royal Canterlot's Deluxe Princess room. I will not be tarrying with you on this journey for I have more pressing issue to address. You will fly swiftly in the cover of my night's darkness and I will greet you in the morning. Until then, fairwell and safe travels.”

Luna flew off into the night sky followed by a cadre of knights. The barge was silently lifted into the air, pulled by the remaining knights, and without so much of jerk, it flew off gently in the opposite direction toward Canterlot. Rarity and Twilight said their goodnights and went off to their rooms. Barack and Celestia entered the King's suite and immediately fell into bed side by side. Barack was all too happy to drift away into sleep without a word. The events of the last few minutes, threatened to short circuit his already stupefied brain. Celestia lay beside him, thinking how wonderful it is to simply sleep together. No sex, nothing overly romantic, just the two of them sharing a space reserved for no one else. A duty to be together, and to preserve that bond by sharing this bed. She nuzzled closer to him, and unconsciously he drew his arm around her neck, his hand a pillow for her head. Celestia hoped for every night hereafter to be as perfect as this one.