Summer Cum Celebration

The ceremony began the same way it had for as long as anypony but Celestia could remember. On a clear day, just as Spring was starting to warm up, the royal guards unblocked the entrance to a special plaza, just outside the walls of the castle. That was the signal for ponies to start gathering. They came from all over the city, and many more from the rest of Equestria.

They were almost all stallions. After all, that was what the ritual needed. And so, being eager to serve their Princess, they came.

Celestia needed their help. And as much as Equestria admired the other Princesses, Celestia was still the first they had known. For all their lives she had been the one guiding Equestria to prosperity. Her sunlight, her magic, shone down across the whole land. And on this day, these stallions would give something back, to make sure the sun shone bright another year. Even if it was in a strange way.

They trusted Celestia; she was ancient, and knew more about magic than a hundred of them put together. /Obviously/, she knew what she was doing—and even if she didn't, none of them were about to complain.

Celestia came out through the gates of the castle. She was not wearing her usual regalia: no crown, no necklace, only a thin white dress. She walked down the street, listening to the murmuring of the crowds on either side. It was not a long walk, and soon she was at the place.

In the middle of a small courtyard, a basin sank into the ground, large enough for a single pony to fit in it. The crowd fell silent as she approached it. She stopped at the edge. Her horn glowed faintly and her dress slipped from her shoulders. It folded itself neatly in the air, and floated over to one of her guards who took it, bowing.

Then she stepped into the basin. She laid at the bottom of it. Her head came up to just below the knees of the stallions around her. She closed her eyes, and spread her wings—the signal to begin.

Right away, the crowd rushed forward. The guards watched carefully, in case anypony got unruly. The first row to reach her were all the elite of Canterlot. Even with her eyes closed she could identify every one of them from their voices as they muttered various prayers and thanks to her. They were always the ones most into the ritual aspect of it.

Then they took out their cocks. Celestia could tell the exact moment they did, the sent of their musk suddenly bloomed around her. She inhaled it with deep, measured breaths.

Fancy Pants was the leader. He began to stroke himself. His erection grew and he thought of Fleur. Celestia was beautiful, of course, and he had spent many of his teenage years fantasizing about burying himself in Celestia, but these days were different. Fleur was /nasty/ and his cock was soon almost painfully hard. And—he couldn't resist peeking—a fair bit bigger than some of the other lords around him.

He was the first to start, but not the first to finish. It wasn't long before the stallion next to him grunted. Celestia heard him and was ready. She forced herself not to smile as she felt the ropes of cum land across her face. He stepped away and was instantly replaced by a new pony from the crowd. The newcomer already had his dick unsheathed.

Fancy Pants came next. He was front and center. If Celestia's eyes had been open, she would have been staring straight down his cock. His load splattered full force against her muzzle. She even felt some cum hanging off her horn. He bowed and left, and a fresh stallion took his place too.

Then things started to pick up. The stallions had staggered their starts, so that once the orgasms started they kept coming almost continuously. Celestia willed herself not to react as rope after rope of cum landed on her.

Her face was only the starting point. She felt it land on her back from a dozen different directions. She felt some of it sliding down her flanks, under her tail, so close yet so far. As time went on, the stripes of semen crisscrossing her back grew and widened into a blanket of slime. It was all she could do not to shudder in pleasure.

Her wings also caught a lot of the spunk. Her beautiful, snowy feathers were soon matted and clumped together. Gobs of cum dripped from them.

Stallion after stallion came and made his offering. Some of them brought jars full of cum from ponies who couldn't make it.

By the end of the first hour, even the filthiest minded of them couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty. Celestia was drenched from horn to tail. The cum that had missed her or that had run off her back pooled under her. Enchantments placed around the basin kept every drop as warm and fresh as the moment it had left the balls.

Celestia loved it. This was her favorite holiday. She almost wanted to laugh. She was never quite able to beleive that she had managed to pass off something as absurd as this as being an important ritual. But it had worked, and now she ggot to indulge herself, and not only did Equestria not think of her as the whore she was, but everypony actually thought even more highly of her for "being willing" to do it. Joke was on them. She wouldn't even have minded them knowing she was a whore if it wouldn't have made her job harder.

Speaking of harder, another load splashed across her face. She wanted badly to let her mouth hang open and catch it all so she could swallow it down. Because she had barely even felt it through the cum already coating her face. She was Equestria's dirtiest pony.

Two more hours passed. Hundreds of stallions blew their loads on her. She wasn't just covered in cum anymore, she was lying in a deep pool of it. Celestia could have gone on even longer, but she did have a pretense to keep up. So at noon, when the sun reached its highest point, she stirred. She stood slowly, the pool sucking at her as she rose. There was a squelching sound that terrified every straight stallion there.

She took a deep, semen scented breath, and then opened her eyes. They blazed with light. Her horn flared and she began to rise into the air. There was another pulse of light and the whole mess disappeared, teleported away for safekeeping. The ritual was over. The stallions didn't see the small, huddling mare she had become anymore. Princess Celestia stood before them once again. Her coat was clean and white once again. It shone even brighter than it had before that morning. They all could have sworn the sun shone brighter, too.

Celestia's subjects all kneeled out of instinct. She didn't say anything. She simply turned to face the way she had come. Instantly a path opened through the crowd, which she walked left through as silently and solemnly as she had arrived.