Princess Celestia And Luna's Royal Secret

Fate And Love

Vanilla candles perfumed the dimly lit room creating flames that danced on the walls and illuminated Sugar Sweet’s slim, yellow body. She kneeled on Bono’s waist, her upper body shimmering with lines of light that cascaded from the flames. Her eyes blinked a few times, looking deep into the steed’s soul. She was just about as attractive as any stallion ever dreamed of. Her hooves slid coyly down her stomach, onto her lowed lips, and eventually made their way to Bono’s growth. They caressed it, soother his mind, made him feel blissful and kept his thought’s off other matters that he’s been worrying about for years now.

“Bono,” Sugar asked in a sweet, tender tone, “You’re going to be alright with me and the princesses needing your… talents, right?”

The stallion smiled like this was the silliest question he’d ever heard, and replied, “Don’t worry… I think I can handle you three.”

As she repeatedly streaked his member, getting a good feel of it, Bono suddenly felt extremely nervous, like he wasn’t himself anymore. His back began to shake, and his mind raced with ludicrous fallacies of him and Sugar actually experimenting in various, sexual positions. He didn’t exactly understand why he was suddenly so tense, but figured it was irrelevant. He continued to allow his mate to pleasure him. Feeling her soft, smooth hooves rub him and cause sensual emotions, Bono began to think about the princess’s. For some reason, he’d never felt like this towards them, but whenever he would imagine being with Sugar Sweets, things changed. His eyes would dilate, his mind might take itself into blissful fantasies and every once in a while, his member might grow on its own. Generally, he mentally brought it up, but when her image entered his mind, this would always happen. He looked up to see Sugar taking her time, leisurely stroking him.

“You alright?” Bono asked in curiosity.

“Oh… yeah… I’m just… I don’t know, I’m nervous for… some strange reason.”

Bono lifted his hoof up, wiped some strands of her mane away from her eyes and said, “Me too… I feel the exact same way.”

“Then… this is pretty much-”

“Normal?”

It was funny, how Bono could actually predict what she was going to say, almost as if they were connected. The mare giggled and progressed with the treatment. Before she did though, she asked, “Do you remember the first time I did this?”

“Heh, how could I not? I think I'm more nervous about this than I was back then though.”

“Really? Then this should be much better than that.”

Her head lowered to Bono’s second head, began to lightly sniff it; lick it slightly and start to relish in the taste. It was like she’d never done this before. Something about Bono was different than others. He was unique, and her soul mate. She felt odd doing this, but not in a bad way. More like, in ways that she couldn’t express openly. Her lips slowly and progressively wrapped around his tip, suckled lightly before escaping to calm herself. Bono could feel her body shiver with delight, so he granted her the pleasure of time. She huffed once, looked at his grinning face and returned to him, ready to continue.

Her mouth took little by little in, forcing more down with every bop, making the steed’s mouth open slightly. He’d never felt a better sensation like this, not even from the royal princess’s. In all his years, they’d never bring his emotions to skyrocket the way they were right now. The blissful state he found himself in couldn’t be expressed more perfectly than ecstasy. His frame was both relaxed and tense at the same time. He tried his best to breathe through his muzzle, but eventually, he had to exhale orally. She was just too good at this. Her warm tongue jaggedly sealed his senses, made him warm and even brought him to the brink every so often. Despite all his reluctance, he couldn’t prevent himself from allowing her to bring him to his climax.

Control was always this stallion’s strong point, but now, for whatever reason, he lost it. She literally brought him to the brink, and it had only been fifteen minutes. Hating to admit defeat, he tried to stop her, but she refused to accept this, and vigorously suckled. Her liquids just kept pouring down his shaft, tickling his balls as she increased her speed. He wasn’t winning this by a long shot. Bono had never been more lost in pleasure throughout his whole life. No mare was ever able to make him cum, but now, he knew it was alright. This was what he’d always wanted; someone who could do this exact thing to him. A real, sexual competitor. With no other choice, he laid on his back, relaxed his muscles and gave into the mare’s obvious desire. Jizz spewed into the back of her throat, but she never stopped. She just kept going, swallowing every ounce of his spunk like it was a common drink. Over one gallon's worth was sprayed into her, and it was all consumed. He couldn’t believe this. Not even the princess’s themselves had ever been able to complete this feat.

Once she finally released him, swallowing the last drops of cum, he looked at her smiling face. She looked so peaceful, the way her mane was let loose, flowing down to the bed, just the summit of some strands rested easily on the sheets. She looked over at him and opened her mouth to show she’d gulped down every morsel. Shocked by this, Bono was speechless. He saw her lean up towards him, her chest sliding across his fur, her head coming ever so close to him, and finally, he heard the words he longed to hear ever since they were young children.

“Bono… I love you… so much. Do… y-you love me?”

His heart beat intensely quickened itself, making it to where that not only he could detect it, but his mate could as well. He gulped, blinked for a moment without a single clear thought that could be found in his conscious mind, and said, “I love you more than any other mare in the whole, wide world.”

The second he said it, he realized it was true. He’d never felt like this for either of the princess’s. He didn’t even care to be with them now. All he wanted for the night was her; only Sugar Sweets, and nopony else. She smiled and said, “That’s good to hear…”

The two just stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like hours, neither of them moving a muscle. Her hoof finally rose and held his cheek. She came in, and serenely blessed him with her kiss. It wasn’t similar to when he first kissed Celestia, but much more euphoric, and harmonious. Her cozy tongue slid in, and slightly rubbed his teeth, inched closer to his own taster, sent jolts of unbelievably joyful sensations throughout his mind that rattled his brain. How could a kiss be so intoxicating? He thought, trying to keep his composure. Petite jumps of excitement just kept springing up from his being, but some were returned with bops of his partner, who was just as nervous about their first time together as he was. He began to suck on her tongue, a sensation that was unexpected, but very erotic of him. Slowly, she allowed her tongue to leave reluctantly. She sat up, gripped his third leg and tried to guide it to her hole. Amazingly, it hadn’t gone soft at all. It just remained thick and grown.

“Need some… h-help?” he mumbled with small huffs.

She nodded her head and let him lift his legs. As if he’d done this thousands of times before, which he had, the steed gradually aimed and lifted himself in. His precision brought the two to groan from both satisfactory and sublime pleasures. She rested on him, her hooves gently dug into his coat. He smirked at her, tried hard not to move due to her still getting situated with him.

“This isn’t… g-going too fast, right?” Bono’s eyes blinked before the mare responded.

“I’ll be alright… J-just… give me a moment to… get comfortable… You know?”

“Yeah, I understand.”

He laid there; feeling thoroughly relaxed, while every petite motion made him squirm a bit, which in turn forced her to moan with pleasure. The room was illuminated with bright, dancing echoes of the flames. Things were euphoric for the two, like nothing outside those walls were ever going to intrude; nothing outside even existed. There was no other pony in the world than these two at the time, which was just fine with both of them.

Slowly, Sugar began to rise after a few minutes of waiting. Her juices slipped through and onto Bono’s legs, making his head almost throb from ecstasy. As soon as she came down, his mouth sank open. Her waves of bliss washed his emotions, swinging them in ways he’d thought he would never feel. Once she began to keep a steady beat, his whole world began to swirl. The feeling of him going in and out was completely unpredictable. Not even the princesses could’ve compared to her. With every motion of the thrusts came waves of overpowering bliss.

Bony sat up, looked deep into his mate’s eyes and smiled. She knew what he was thinking, and it was clear she was ready as well. One last drop sent him sliding all the way into her, forcing his explicit climax to pique. All the two could see, feel and hear was love after that. Everything became bright, and it was as if nothing could be more pleasurable than them being together like this, in their hooves, loving each other like they’ll never see either of them again.

Throughout the lives of the two, their children would never see the suggestive cutie marks of their parents. They’d always hide them with clothing, and only when the two came of age, would they see them. That’s the only time Bono and Sugar Sweets would allow the their children to gaze upon the imagery of sexuality, only when they would be able to comprehend and understand it. Bono would serve the princesses well, as would his wife. Things would delve into harmony in the end, where the two belonged.