That moment you realize you're awake.

6 years ago.

Ponyvile University.

8:43 AM.

Saturday, November 5th.

3rd floor. Room 3. Dorm #2

A poker game ended in conversation, drinking, and snacking.

"Hey Seethe did you get good seats at the Fall parade, yesterday? I didn't see you in the crowds, dude." Seethe's roommate: Yellow Rain asked.

"Dude I got placed on the east side of the street. Worst seat ever. The only thing I saw that was big and important was Princess Celestia's plot as she was passing by. Stupid crowds. It was pretty good looking though" Seethe said and then drooled out "Dat plot."

"Dude, you're weird, I personally like small plots. I don't understand your fascination with large ones." Yellow Rain stated.

"Two words: Easy. Access." Seethe said grinning.

"Easy access? That takes all the fun out of a tight entrance though." Blue Star joined in.

The dorm consisted of several items, a large bunk bed in one corner near a window. The window was across the rectangular room from the entrance. In the center of the room on top of it's blue carpet there sat a circular table. Meant for eating but could be, and was, easily converted into a poker table. The poker game had been played for money. Very little (The biggest bet being 20 bits) but some. The table had six college stallions sitting around it. Seethe, who's comedic career hadn't taken off yet and still worked as a cashier as Taco Princess. Then there was Yellow Rain, who after college would move to Phillydelphia and become a teacher at a Grade School. Blue Star who would later become a magician. Seated to his right was Spuz, a very buff.......re.............slow stallion, who would become a famous in 5 years for inventing a sport called "Thrashball."  Seated across from him was Seethe who to his left sat: Doctor Hooves. Who at the time wasn't a doctor and was named Brown Hooves. To his left was our final stallion: White Coat. Not much is known about where White Coat went or what became of him after college. A few of his old friends believe he became a coal miner.

This small band of six stallions were close friends through out High School and College, they separated shortly after finishing college, but for now they were all together.

"So..Spuz my old chap, did you catch the parade yesterday?" Brown Hooves asked Spuz. Taking a sip from a half empty soda can marked "Plot hole cola". Their motto being "The soda that ruined the play."

"I 'aught it. It sux, there no 'splosions!" Spuz said through a partial country accent general grammar of a being with a TREMENDOUSLY low IQ of 55.

"It was a parade for Fall. Not explosions, lad." Brown Hooves said through his thick, friendly accent.

"Seethe, returning to our old subject. Tight plots equal BETTER than Fat Plots." Yellow Rain said. "Even Blue, agreed!"

"To be fair, this argument of yours is coming two virgins." Seethe said smugly.

"Hey!" Blue Star said loudly through a tone of disagreement "I am not a virgin!"

"Your mother doesn't count." Seethe joked.

"Hey!" Blue star said loudly.

"Kidding! Eat a chill pill dude, or go eat your mother. Which I think you'd prefer." Seethe continued to the displeasure of Blue. Who just made a nasty face and retorted with a few obscenities at Seethe.

"Hey, hey! Don't let your mother hear you saying those words. Or else you might not get laid ever again, silly boy." Brown Hooves joined in.

Seethe looked at the clock. "Okay guys and gals. Yes I'm talking to you Blue Star." Seethe said with a chuckle "I'm going out to get some donuts."

Fluttershy sat there. Mouth open. In total awe at the question.

Celestia had faced hoofed. Seethe had kept his eyes locked to Fluttershy, his facial expression demanding an answer to his question.

Every other pony just looked to the now blushing yellow pony before them who seemed to choke on her own words. Seethe sat there with simple, calm eyes, and a sturdy facial expression. Waiting for his upcoming answer.

"Fluttershy?" Seethe cued. Trying to arose his answer.

3 hours later.

"That was a bribe." Celestia stated. Her mane not flowing under her command. Her breathing slightly unstable due to physical exertion.

"It.....was?" Seethe asked. His breathing also unstable and constant. As if he had finished the Canterlot Spring Marathon.

They lay in bed together, close. Celestia gingerly rubbed her hips against his side. Grinding her crotch, still wet, against his side. Seethe was on his back his rear legs still spread and he, still hard as a rock. She began to whisper.

"If that wasn't enough......I'll buck you again and again and *AGAIN** until it is enough."*

"Yeah....that wasn't enough. And you're going need some more 'again's' before it's enough." Seethe said still heavily winded.

Celestia put her fore hoof on the back of Seethes head and pulled his head to hers. Locking lips almost instantaneously. Her tongue slid into his mouth and she gave a light hum of amusement. She fully rolled onto him and kept their lips locked. Her hips, now finished with the gentle grinding on Seethe's moist rib cage. She felt his right fore hoof. Still damp from the previous encounter with her crotch a few minutes ago. It was engaging with her vagina again, going deep. He gave a whisper in her ear:

"You little naughty bribing princess....I'll take that little bribe of yours. Although it feels a bit wet." Seethe whispered, then licked his naughty hoof. Celestia grinned and he slid into her at first gently. Soon he began to use his powerful thighs. Which, thanks to month upon month of banging a Princess who had been double his size, had become incredibly powerful.

Celestia let out a gasp at the first thrust. She pulled Seethe's head to her chest and continued to moan and gasp as Seethe plowed her. He stopped and took his head off her chest. He grinned and spoke into her ear.

"You're a farm field. I'm the plow." He said. "Role play is magic."

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