The Day Shift

The door opened, and Celestia came in.

That’s the bare bones of it. The raw fact. But it failed to capture any of the truth. It's hard to consider where to begin. The room felt brighter. I’m not sure that there was actually more light in the room, just that there was a glow in the apartment that hadn’t been there a second before.

She moved with confidence. It wasn’t a casual grace or an easy calm. It wasn’t a projection or a trick. She simply emitted enough unflappable confidence that everyone else felt like they were simply pretending and only she had any idea what she was up to. She looked over everything like it was all falling into place exactly as she expected it, even when she was surprised, like when she glanced over and saw me sitting on her bed.

She was beautiful. My mind had a hard time comprehending it. Everypony sees pictures of her, hears stories, a lot of ponies get a chance to see her from a distance, but nothing can compare to a simple view of her up close. Her fur was a pristine white, and there was nary a blot or a mark anywhere on it, just a perfect field of fur, sleek white with the barest hints of fluff near her chest and fetlocks. Her entire form was long, graceful curves that flowed into each other, leaving her with a liquid grace that made her seem like a work of art with every step. Her eyes were a radiant pink that passed over everything like a breeze, taking in details with long, easy sweeps of vision. Her mane was a kaleidoscope of color, flowing and flashing with colors of countless hues as it cascaded off her back.

I was staring. I was aware of the fact that I was staring but I couldn’t stop myself. My mouth hung agog as she moved to me, eyes fixing on me from a distant and pouring over ever detail. She wore a simple smile, and I felt myself frozen with fear, anticipation, enjoyment… It was a rainbow of emotions and I felt myself trapped by every single one of them.

“Normally,” she said with a voice that was smooth, deep, careful, loving. “My guests wait for me in the sitting room, but I can see that you’re feeling particularly eager to begin, hm?” She climbed onto the bed and sat down next to me, fixing me with a scrutinizing gaze and maintaining the easy smile. In spite of her relaxed air, I felt as though she was picking me apart with a simple look.

Naturally, I remained calm and composed and began sputtering like a foal. “I'm not…” I said. “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean…”

She laughed, a peal of joyous laughter that immediately made me freeze. Embarrassment, delirium, and stress overwhelmed me and I swooned slightly as I stared at her. She smelled nice… She had probably taken off whatever perfume she had been wearing, and a slightly sweet, earthy tone was all that remained.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she said. “You seem a little bit shaken up. It was probably a mistake to send Fizzlepop.”

“Fizzlepop?”

Celestia paused and considered. “Goodness, is she still going by that ridiculous name Tempest Shadow?” She gave the name as much faux-grandiosity and doom as she could manage, waggling her hooves in an imitation of a fireside story. “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but her name is Fizzlepop Berrytwist. It's a much nicer name, anyway, and I do wish she’d go by it, but I think she’s scared about not being taken seriously.”

“That’d be the day,” I mumbled. “I think I’d be scared of her if her name was Loving Suction.” I paused and froze as I looked up at the Princess, who fixed me with a disapproving gaze. I’d ruined it. Minutes into my tenure and already I’d

“Loving Suction?” She asked, unable to keep the trace elements of a giggle out of her tone. “I see somepony keeps up with their Playpony.? For a stallion your age, those sorts of magazines will rot your mind.” She gave me a wink and I began to calm down a bit, though part of me was still on high alert.

“Oh, you must be so nervous,” she continued, and reached out a hoof to gingerly push part of my mane out of my face. “You can’t be much older than… 20?”

“Nineteen,” I confessed miserably.

“Nineteen,” she said, murmuring the words thoughtfully. “Hm… The magic chose a young one.” She noticed my confusion. “Given the sheer number of subjects I have, this time in the choosing I had to opt for some magical guidance,” she explained. “There weren’t any strapping young war heroes lying about this time, and I haven’t had much time to expand my social circle, so I enlisted Twilight and Cadance in order to craft a spell that could help me find the ideal candidate.”

“And it chose… me.” I said flatly, a distinct lack of belief filtering through.my voice. “I don’t have much of a resumé. Unless you desperately need your hallways swept.”

Celestia tapped her chin, looking upward thoughtfully. “Well, my maids have been getting lax lately..” She noted, then gave me a playful grin when she saw my reaction. “Don’t worry about it,” she said teasingly. “I’m not asking you to have faith in the grand machinations of a spell you don’t understand. I’m asking you to have faith in me. I’ve had three consorts before you. I don’t require them all that often, but they’ve all been unique souls. One of them was a goofball who spent all her time playing games and we still worked it out. One of them was a grumpy soldier who spent every minute he wasn’t with me working. You will find your part to play, I promise you.”

And she did, in her seemingly magic way, manage to ease a lot of the tension. I nodded simply, though my brain was hard at work. “Well, um. My name is First Prize. I grew up in Neighagra Falls, and my cutie mark is, uh…” I always felt self-conscious about this bit. “Being valuable.”

“Oh? I don’t believe I’ve ever come across a cutie mark like that. How did you earn it?”

I could feel my cheeks burning. “I, um, uh, got bullied at school because I was a poor flier and, um…”I looked away, trying not to meet her eyes. “Realized my own self-worth.” It always sounded dumb as hell when I tried to explain it, but Celestia didn’t seem so much as condescending about the whole thing.

“Interesting,” she said simply. She gently placed her hoof on my haunch and let it drift down my back to my flank, where it rested next to my cutie mark, a medal with a blue ribbon. From there, she let the tip slowly rotate on my flank, somewhat thoughtlessly as she considered it.

There was a brief pause in conversation before I cleared my throat and spoke up. “Um, ma’am? Uh, Princess… Your Royal Highness.”

“Celestia,” She said simply and curtly. “We can discuss nicknames or titles if and when necessary.”
I nodded. “Celestia… Celestia.” I rolled the name around on my tongue, earning a delighted smile from her as I did so. “I was wondering how we were going to handle my, uh, duties.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “As I said, my consorts find their own purposes in their own due ti-”

“Sex.” I said, a bit more loudly. The silence was deafening. “Um. I meant, uh…”

She giggled again, but this time her eyes held a touch of hunger as she watched me. She let her hoof slide towards my back, moving slowly up towards the small of my back, the joint where my back met my wings.

“Well,” she said. “There’s a few things we should address on that pont. First and foremost, I don’t want you to worry about it whatsoever. I’m a very patient mare and I can wait for your comfort on absolutely everything. Now if we stretch into the months than we can start to create a better plan for it than that, but that’s a long time away.”

“You mean, um, if I don’t feel comfortable doing it?”

She nodded. “Or if you’re concerned about my pleasure. There will be an adjustment period and a…” She chewed her words around, trying to find the right phrasing for what she was going to say. “A tutorial period.”

I tried to sort out what she meant. “Oh. You’re expecting me to suck.”

“Well, the opposite is sort of the pro-” she noticed the look on my face and cut off what she was thinking. “I don’t expect you to be a maestro of the erotic arts. At least not at first…”

I couldn’t help but smile, though I’m sure it looked goofy as hell, brain struggling to put together exactly what she was saying. “You’re going, to, uh, teach me?”

“Well, it would be WILDLY unfair for me to expect any stallion to immediately stand up to my highest standards,” she said, giving me a playful wink. “So I figure that I owe you a little bit of schooling if I expect you to pleasure me.”

I couldn’t help myself, and at that I began giggling a little bit, nervous at the sudden realization of what she intended of me. “Right, yeah, uh, I guess that would be my job.”

She moved her other hoof to gently pat me on the head, carefully pulling me close to her, until I was right up against her side, barrel to barrel, and she flared out one of her large wings and gently laid it over me. This close, I realized she wasn’t entirely pure white… a distinct pink hue was ever so slightly laid at the edge of her fur. It made her seem warmer somehow, though part of that was also just that she was very warm… Warmer by far than a normal pony would be. “Eventually,” she said. “But I think you’ll find that by that point, you’ll be enjoying it as much as I will. And you’ll be rather excellent with other mares, too, should you have the wit to transfer the lessons.”

“Other mares…” I mumbled. I hadn’t even considered that. I thought back to the nurse who seemed practically giddy at the thought of ‘examining’ me. I guess that even being called the Consort to Celestia was high praise in and of itself.

She nodded. “They can be an educational experience. Plus, I’m sure my staff would remember how wise and benevolent their ruler is if they had access to an adorable little stallion such as yourself.”

My goofy grin intensified. “I’m, um, not sure most ponies are attracted to stallions like me…”

She snorted. “You may find that opinion to be quickly proven wrong. Which does remind me… I’d best get ahead of the competition.” She stood up and walked in a small circle to turn to face me. She was tall, and imposing. Especially from my vantage point, and as she used her magic to roll me onto my back, so I was belly up before her, looking down at me with a power that I could practically feel pulsing against my fur.

“I’m going to ruin other mares for you.”

She didn’t waste so much as a second after that, and she pushed in to kiss me, a powerful press that I couldn’t really contest, stunned as I was. Her lips were warm and flexible, and she knew how to use them, enfolding me in a surprisingly tender kiss for how passionate and powerful it was. She was plainly and totally superior to me, yet she treated me with a level of care that a master artisan would use on a sculpture.

Eventually, she pulled away.I was fully aflush, my face red from one side to another, and I let out a soft “oh” as I looked at her, already longing for something more. Celestia herself had the lightest hint of a flush across her features, and a totally self-satisfied smile. She knew she had me. Sun and Stars did she ever have me.

“Of course,” she said coyly. “That’s only if you’re interested… I wouldn’t want to push you past what you’re comfortable with.” I nodded as fiercely as I could, my mane bobbing back and forth as I silently begged her for more. She simply stared at me, quirking her head to the side. “Now First Prize, you should know how important express and enthusiastic consent is,” she said in a serious tone that was only slightly ruined by the barest trace of a smile gracing the edge of her lips. “I’m going to need a verbal answer.”

I couldn’t help myself. “Yes!” I practically shouted. “Yes! Please, more!” I was all but hollering at the top of my lungs, and I briefly looked over at the door the bathroom, where I realized that Rock Solid and Seaweed were probably still there.

Celestia rolled her eyes as she took another step forward, closer, over me. “Let them hear you beg for it,” she said smirking, leaning down again. “You’ll be making much louder noises by the end anyway.” She pressed another kiss against my lips, this time shorter and then she moved down to the tip of my chest, then down to the middle of my stomach and then down to my sheathe, where she gave another nip of kiss. In mere seconds I was already starting to slide out, half-erect from her careful ministrations, which she wasn’t about to let up on.

Part of me was struck with a sudden terror as I realized how quickly it was happening, a surge of anxiety while her tongue snaked up the underside of my shaft, her tongue flattening out to press against the entirety of its bottom, rolling up with enough slow deliberation that I was squirming slightly from below while she worked. Also slowly enough that I was looking away in a distinct shame as she finished, since she could finally see my total length.

She immediately noticed something was wrong, tilting her head to the side. “Are you alright, my Consort? Do we need to stop.” I mumbled something, and she leaned in to hear.”Once more, if you would?” Her ears flicked attentively.

“Sorry it's not very big,” I muttered, and she paused, leaning back as though observing my cock again. I felt her scrutinizing gaze and that same well of shame rolled over me.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” she said as her hoof come to rest alongside my cock, gently stroking it with the soft frog underneath her hoof. “It’s a marvelous size!” I looked at her incredulously. I was distinctly undersized. She snorted, and for once I felt her growing a bit impatient. “Stallions.” She muttered. “Treat it like it's the most important thing… not a single damn mare has ever cared…”

Her horn began to glow, and I could feel the crackling tingle of its energy, like the gentlest of magical currents spreading over the surface of my entire body, my fur suddenly touched by arcane sensation. “Very well!” She said, like a teacher announcing that a pop quiz was in order. “Since this is obviously going to be an issue…”

And without any more warning than that, my groin was suddenly encompassed with a bright light that matched the one from her horn. The sensation was intense. It was like arousal, but when my shaft began to twitch and pulse, it just didn’t stop. More and more it increased, and I felt like I was holding back an impossibly powerful orgasm, or like something was holding it back from me, and my entire body went rigid as I struggled and failed to handle the waves of pleasure that were coursing through me. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I let loose a powerful groan.

The whole time, Celestia was looking at me intently, a smile creeping onto her face and then growing wider and wider as she considered her work. She licked her lips appreciatively as she stared at her own work, until all at once her horn suddenly stopped glowing, her work done.

I was gasping for air done, laying there entirely exhausted, and my crotch numb with pleasure. My wings were rigid behind me, and with a grunt I sat up to see what she had done. My dick was… almost twice the size it had been before. I stared at it with disbelief as my newfound monster sat there twitching eagerly,, while Celestia moved in to get a closer look herself.

She gave the tip a gentle kiss and I couldn’t hold back a contented ‘aaaaah’. Fuck, it was tingling. Celestia let out a sigh of overwhelming pride as she used her tongue to deftly lick up a small bead of pre-cum glistening at the top. “You’ll be sensitive for a while,” she said. “The price of doing business, I’m afraid, but eventually I’m sure you’ll get the handle of it. Now you have a masterpiece hanging between your legs.”

“It’s… um…” I said, staring at it, a bit awestruck. “Great.” The words felt lame, utterly unsuited to the magnitude of what she had done, and Celestia seemed to agree.

“Some stallions,” she said with a good-natured teasing to her voice. “Don’t know what they want, even when they have it.” She moved down quickly and hovered over the flare of my shaft, which was pulsing at her very presence, and she studied it with an academic intensity. Drifting down past it, she let the fur of her cheek rub against the side of it. Soft, velvety… It tickled just a little bit, but the real danger was the sudden explosion of sensation rolling out across my shaft. It must have been that newfound sensitivity she was talking about, but in seconds I was squirming under the sensation.

“Oh come now,” Celestia said, still taunting me, repeating the feat as she moved back up to the top of my shaft, cheek just close enough that I felt it dancing on the edge of sensation. “You’re going to need to toughen up.” She leaned in to kiss the head of my shaft once more before pressing her lips more firmly against my cock. Then, she opened her mouth ever so slightly, just enough to take the tip in her mouth. The feeling already was too much, but she was far from finished.

Down she went. She took her time, slow and methodical. Down an inch, then the questing sensation of her tongue as it looped around, exploring each new patch of real estate as she travelled down and down. She took such care with the process that she must have been mapping it in her head, and it was impressive how she managed to take the whole thing, inch after inch without so much as gagging or wincing. She simply pushed and paused and pushed and paused… The medial ring was no more than an extra second of work and with careful consideration. It was less than a minute before she had the entirety of my shaft carefully nuzzled in her mouth and throat, her eyes having now flicked up to look at me and observe my reactions.

In a single, slow motion, she pulled back, pressing down her lips to massage me as she did so until she finally slid off of my length with a gentle ‘pop’. Then, without much ado, she pushed on again, but this time with much less hesitation. With a single, smooth motion she closed her mouth around me and then forced herself down, in less than a second eclipsing the entirety of my cock. I let loose a cry of sheer sensation and my cock twitched, ready to cum… But found that it couldn’t. I was panting heavily, my vision swimming as I tried to get eyes on the problem. I stared down at Celestia, staring back up at me, those luminous eyes gazing right through me.

As she began to pull away, the issue became more obvious: a glowing band of light that had formed tight around the base of my shaft. I poked at it gingerly. It sent a rippling tingle around the length of the ring, but didn’t budge from its location. A small smile on my face, I looked up at Celestia. “A cock ring?”

“Inexperience is an opportunity, not a flaw,” she responded back with a cool grace, one of her hooves coming up to cup my balls, eyeing them thoughtfully. “But I don’t see why an itchy trigger hoof should ruin our fun.”

This actually put me a little bit at ease… So much of my attention had been focused on not ruining things too quickly that I hadn’t been focusing on enjoying myself. With that out of the way, I felt my head clear just a little bit… Well, as clear as it could get considering I had an itching pulse in my brain that desperately needed that release. A sort of relaxation of the body but not of the balls.

And with that it became abundantly clear that I was being a little bit selfish about this whole thing… “Princ- Ma’a-” Her dead-serious looks cut me off in the middle of the honorifics, and I paused, collected myself, and forced myself to relax. “Celestia,” I said. “Could I try, um, eating you out?”

She looked a bit surprised, but pleased at the offer. “Ah… I was intending to lavish you with comfort this time,” she said, tilting her head to the side. “Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer to lay back and let me pamper you?”

I gave her a wry grin. “Shouldn’t I earn that kind of treatment?” I asked. Carefully, I rolled over onto my stomach and got up to my legs, beginning to circle around to the rear of her. She lay down, barrel sideways against the sheets, legs trailing off, and flicked her long, flowing, ethereal tail to the side.

“Feel free to explore,” she said. “I expect you will soon be intimately familiar with the regions thereabout, and don’t be concerned about asking for instruction.”

I nodded and finished my walk around and found myself staring at what could only be described as the most magnificent ass ever.

Gently, I reached out and poked it. The harder tip of my hoof sank into it, and I felt the slightest twinge of her moving under the sensation, and I felt myself throbbing as I stared rather intently. Switching my grip, I moved my hoof to let my frog slide across the surface of her rear, soft fur and soft flesh squishing underneath my touch.

My chest tightened and I realized I wasn’t breathing, a mistake I corrected with an awkward cough. “I see somepony is enjoying himself already.” Celestia giggled, giving her rump a little shake, transfixing me with the sight of it moving back and forth… back and forth…

I snapped back to focus and gave her a nod. “It’s gorgeous. You’re gorgeous,” I said, half-dazed with arousal and appreciation for her beauty. Finally, though, I needed to focus on the real prize. I let my hoof trail down her dock, past her anus and to her slit, puffy and slightly wet with need and arousal. I leaned in and gave it a look, a little bit bashful but also searching for more information. This was, after all, my first time seeing one up close… The tip of my hoof traced around the outside of her lips, a little thicker than I thought. That set off a reaction, even the barest touch getting some motion out of her. Then there was the clit, sticking out at the bottom, already engorged, and popping in and out as I let my hoof drift over her edges.

“Are all mares this sensitive?” I asked, an honest question. I didn’t really have any way of knowing…

Celestia lifted her head up until I could see her in profile, a single eye ponderously focusing on me. The pink tones in her fur seemed slightly more pronounced… or maybe she was a little more flush from me poking and prodding at her.
“I’m having a little bit of trouble resisting the urge to take a seat upon your face until I am properly sated,” she said, her tone as polite as ever. Maybe there was a bit more edge to it. “So mayhaps you should reconsider teasing me overmuch?”

I nodded, deciding that tormenting an overheated sun goddess was probably not the best idea, and quickly moved in to try… Something. Traditionally, I figured, you were supposed to lick it. I let my tongue out and looked for a second, awkwardly. No time for that, I stowed the anxietic concoction of emotions brewing in my gut and leaned in, pressing my tongue against the bottom of her slit, near the clit, and slowly started to flatten my tongue, trailing up the length of her slit. My tongue folded around her clit at the bottom, dragging against it until it winked once more, sliding into her body while my tongue moved past it and kept my headed twisted at a sideways angle in order to better follow the trail of her entrance.

“Mmmmmm,” Celestia said, visible relaxing, a tension easing out of her I hadn’t quite noticed before. The entire room felt a little bit warmer, and I could see her thigh muscles twitching as I continued. “A little bit faster, maybe? Deeper, too.”

Part of me was tempted to make a quip and ask who was doing what here, but I was doing this to learn, after all. I gave her a sharp nod, but realized that she couldn’t see me, obscured as my figure was by her glorious butt, and so instead I simply did what she asked.

Deep, faster. I started with the latter first, running my tongue up her faster, faster… Two long swipes, starting to get a metallic, slightly sweet tang on my tongue as I went. Maybe with a hint of strawberry? Each time I did, I could sense the rising tension in her entire body. I figure I’d need to learn to interpret that kind of body language, it would probably be an important component of my job. So I paid attention, watching the rise and fall of her chest, the slight hitch as my tongue flicked over her nub, the slight shiver as I started to push in a little bit.

Deeper was next. I let my tongue push in a bit harder, splitting the lower lips just a touch and getting a flood of that tangy, slightly sweet taste. I found myself getting caught up in it. One of my hoof came to rest on her flank as I angled my head to get a better line of attack, pushing in further until my snoot was beginning to push inside of her. My neck was going to be sore for hours, but this was all worth it. With my hoof where it was, I was learning to gauge her reaction. The slightest motion as she breathed, the shudders, the shifts as she moved. With a bit more practice I could probably use it as a barometer to figure out whatever she was feeling at any point.

More and more I fell into the task until it became a touch more mechanical. Adjust, lick, gauge reaction. Adjust, lick, gauge reaction. It was… fun. The stress was so much lower than the rocky start, and holy shit I was having sex with Celestia. And she seemed to be enjoying herself too! It was remarkable how sensitive she was. I had wondered if after a thousand years everything just faded into a blur and everything would be boring, but she was clearly restraining herself from kicking, muscles in her thighs tensing powerfully.

Eventually, she made it known, and with a brilliant yellow glow, I found myself encapsulate in the gentle warm pulse of her magic. I was surprised with how careful it was… A lot of unicorns had no such delicacy, and the touch of their magic was almost grating or came with a painful pressure to it.

“You have performed... Excellently for a first time.” Celestia said, slowly standing up. There was a definite shakiness to it, and I felt quite a bit smug. She moved to stand over me while the magic carefully shifted my position until I was on my back and my limbs were carefully spread out. So consumed by my pussy-eating had I been that I hadn’t even how rock hard I was, leaving my cock straining against the magical constraints around it and my head flaring. A drop of pre-cum was glistening at the top, and I was hard as I’ve ever been, painfully so.

“Now,” she said. “For the final phase of your first performance, I will happily take control,” she said, and slowly lowered herself down. The magic enfolding my cock twitched and carefully adjusted me until she finally came down to take it deep inside of her.

As far as my limited knowledge of sexual etiquette stretched (mostly gleaned from various pornographic materials and the nonsensical boastings of my friends) this was generally not the way you handled these sorts of things, but if her intent was to flood me with an impossible degree of pleasure, it worked. I barely noticed her considerable weight slamming onto my pelvis, since in that same powerful drop she took the entirety of my length inside of her. In a single second I went from being bare and exposed to feeling my entire shaft gripped and encased. It was warm, it was wet, and I felt like there was an impossible pressure over every inch of it.

My legs tensed, my wings pulsed as they immediately flared out as much as they could, and my back arched and the raw sensation rolled through me. I have no illusions that I would absolutely have blown my load if the cock ring wasn’t firmly keeping that in check. As it was, I could still feel my balls clench, and I grit my teeth, trying to focus in spite of the fresh roll over my head of pleasure. My cock felt all the more sensitive, but that was only the first gambit. Celestia sighed with relish, her hooves on either side of my head, letting a trill of her magic go down my chest. “Maybe the resizing was a good idea,” she said, before slowly lifting up her hips. “Perfunctory, but I always enjoy creating my own toys.”

Funny how quick things become normal: the second she lifted up, the lower half of my shaft was begging to be put back in. Celestia was taking her sweet time, and I began to squirm lightly. “Patience,” she chided. “I may act domineering but without great care I’m afraid I would probably hurt you very badly.”

She was large and strong, and I had no doubts that she was telling me the truth. “I’m trying,” I said. I tried to make it sound earnest, but it came out as a squeak, and my hips were reflexively bucking even as I willed them to stay put.

“You’re doing an excellent job,” she assured me, this time using her hoof to glide down my chest affectionately, half-lidded eyes and a delicate smile. Her wings flared out as she used them to steady herself. They were large, and graceful, each feather flowing into the next in a beautiful mosaic. “Performing better than I would have expected… I believe you will make an excellent partner.” And then, she rocked back down forward. This time, it was more slowly, an almost gentle edge to it. My lower half was screaming in both pleasure and pain, similar to all the levers on a device being pulled all at once by the pure amount of things that she was demanding that I feel all at once, so her taking it gently was not something I was about to protest.

And this time, I could think about the sensation with more care. I could feel her lower lips sliding down my length. She was tight, tight enough that there was an ocean of difference between being in her and being out of her, tight enough that she even had to use an extra touch of force to take my medial ring in as she went. I was gasping for breath by the time she reached the base of my shaft, and both of us had started sweating at this point. Celestia’s composure was better than mine, but I could tell she was close, herself. A product of my oral ministrations and this current exercise.

Again I was struck with how sensitive she was… It made me curious. “H-How long?” I asked. “I mean, um, how long has it been since you last…” I trailed off.

“A hundred years,” She said with an almost awkward smile. A smile calculated to be a little bit awkward. “Give or take. I’ve been quite busy. With the new princesses around, figured I could take some time to relax.”

I nodded. That tracked… She had probably been looking for a consort because it been such a long time. Celestia looked down at me with that same smile and continued to crank up her pace. Her face was flush, and a small strand of mane had slipped away from the rest of the ethereal mass and was hanging down in front of her face as though it were slightly unkempt. Her expression was kindly but hungry. I’d almost call it desperate, focused in on me like I was the most perfect thing in the world, and I’m sure my expression echoed something of the same.

And she kept going. It was as though she was trying to find the perfect pace, moving from fast to slow, then a bit faster, a bit slower… Careful bounce after careful bounce until she settled on a nice, even pace, just enough so that at the peak of every bounce I wanted more but wasn’t desperate for it. And with some semblance of sanity restored to me, I realized I shouldn’t simply lie there, waiting for her to ravish me. I let my hooves come to gently rest on her hooves, which drew a quick glance but no admonishment from the princess atop me. From there, I waited until her descent and began to slightly thrust upwards until her descent forced me back onto the bed, hopefully enough to give her that extra ‘oomph’ on every thrust.

There was an art to it, something I hadn’t yet mastered. With the right angle I could get much more of a reaction, but between the constant motion, my own hazy distraction, and my lack of experience in pleasing her I was struggling simply to rotate my hips a bit to make sure she got the extra bit of friction that I could give her.

If she was upset with my subpar performance, she didn’t show it. She rolled her own hips in response to mine, staring at me and gasping at the thrust of each bounce. The flush, slightly pink, slightly red, was all the more obvious now and her own breathing was laboured enough to match my own. The tension was building and I knew it couldn’t be much longer.

Taking a bit of initiative, I let my hoof slid up to her back, straining and leaning forward in the process. Once my hoof was at the small of her back, I gently pulled her forward. She seemed surprised and was stiff for a second, but, with a bit of a dubious stare, slowly leaned forward. And down until she was laying on top of me. I hadn’t remembered how tall she was… She was on top of me and my head was buried in her chest floof. There was an awkward pause where we both stopped for a moment, and I mumbled into her chest floof.

She giggled. It was a delightful, high sound, and I couldn’t restrain a nervous laugh myself. It helped to have a sense of humor, I guessed… This could all be very awkward after all, and there was nothing to be done but to be ready to laugh about it. She snorted a couple more times and then rocked a couple of times before rolling over entirely until I was laying on top of her altogether. “Thanks,” I said, gently patting her chest a couple of times. “Didn’t think that one through.”

“Indeed,” she said, that smile still on her face. “Now please, continue.” I nodded and slipped back a little bit until I had better leverage, wings flapping a couple of times as I worked out the stiffness and used it to control myself a little bit more. From there, I let the tips of my hooves touch the slightly-bunched-up blankets and the mattress beneath. I shifted back, then forth, back and forth, back and forth. The flight motion was surprisingly difficult, and without prior experience I was a little bit sloppy. The rhythm was choppy but with the added benefit of Celestia and the mattress as leverage I managed to work it out (and in and out and in and out). This once, I let speed and enthusiasm overwhelm attention to detail and technique, unable to think clearly enough to put an emphasis on anything else.

It worked. My hips slammed against her rear again and again, and Celestia let herself fall back. This time, I was treated to her wings flaring out, her back arching in pleasure, and a litany of moans that I can only fairly describe as heavenly. Patches of pink started at her cheeks but stretched down to her chest and across the lines of her wings to the very tips of her feathers. Louder… Louder… And then finally, with a single crescendo her legs locked behind me and she pulled in, forcing my hips flush with her as her tunnel convulsed and pulsed around my shaft. I could feel her fluids slip out and splash against my front as the magic around my cock dissipated. With nothing stopping me, I came. A single orgasm with Celestia would have been the most intense I had ever felt, but instead I was left with three or four that had build up, all coming out at once. I must have been locked there for minutes as my shaft twitched and sprayed. And sprayed. Again and again, my balls clenching almost painfully, my hips unable to stop their small thrusting motions as I lay there, trapped in a high of pleasure unlike anything I had ever known.

Finally, after untold eternities, her legs relaxed and I slumped backwards, gasping for air as I slid out of Celestia, my shaft quickly going limp and sliding back into my sheathe. I felt an emptiness mixed with a warmth, a bizarre mixture of sensations that I could only barely perceive through a thick layer of ecstasy. Eventually, I felt Celestia’s magic grab me and carefully pull me up and closer to her. Two strong forelegs pulled me into her, and I found myself flush with her, naturally folding my neck into hers.

“That was…” I started to say, but found myself unable to articulate what it was. “Thank you, Celestia.”

“I know a thing or two,” she said, sounding sleepy and content, practically purring in her tone. “But you performed admirably. You’ll be a fantastic consort, just you wait.”

And with that, the two of us slowly drifted into the most profoundly relaxing afternoon nap imaginably. Presumably, there was still a world ticking its way around us, but for all I cared, it could have simply ceased to exist as I drifted off in the hooves of the goddess.