Something shifted against Anon’s back, causing him to stir. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, yet he remained still. The sight of a living room greeted him, along with a picturesque view through the balcony doorway. Outside, creeping above the far off mountains, slowly casting light over the brilliant Equestrian landscape, rose the sun. Lying there, enjoying the exquisite scene, the weight behind him moved slightly.
“Morning, Dearest…” a voice dreamily cooed.
The man smiled, as he rolled over to meet his lover. “Mornin, Sweetheart,” he whispered, coming face to face with the gorgeous alabaster alicorn. A multi-colored, ethereal mane slowly swayed about her head and neck, perfectly framing her beauty. Her eyes, light magenta, peered back at him, just above her grinning muzzle.
They’d drifted off together on the couch, after retiring for the day. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, given how comfortable the sofa was. After their dinner meal, the two would usually spoon and chat, each enjoying the other’s warmth. As silly as it sounded, they both found it deeply comforting and therapeutic.
Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her snout, causing her to blush. While she was the eldest alicorn in all of Equestria, ruling the land with her younger sister, she’d proven to have a weakness for small signs of affection. Dignified beyond measure, and many centuries old, Anon assumed her disposition was due to a life spent conducting herself in a regal manner, thus forgoing certain niceties which many took for granted. Regardless, she was a treasure to him, and he to her.
“Sleep well?” he asked, brushing a strand of astral hair from over her eyes. Heaven above, he could get lost staring into them.
Celestia demurely nodded, before wrapping a hoof around Anon’s chest to pull him closer. Even though the man was larger than a great many ponies, Celestia was an exception. Standing, the two were nearly the same height; yet the alicorn was far larger as a whole. Neither of them minded the discrepancy, of course, and they’d even grown quite fond of each others’ perspective size.
Burying his face in the Princess’s neck, Anon contentedly sighed. He realized it wouldn’t be long before they were busied with things to do, so he savored what time he had with her. Celestia had royal duties to fulfil, while Anon needed to deliver letters and run errands. While a sizeable portion of their day was spent apart, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. They’d both learned to appreciate their time together, and their jobs were not unimportant.
“You know we have to get up,” Anon grumbled, looking up at his paramour.
Craning her neck downward, a resigned look crossed the mare’s face. “What if I cancel the day, call in sick,” she petulantly groused, pulling the man tighter.
“Cele, I…” he chuckled, feeling something bulky and sublimely warm caress his thigh. Unlike the rest of her body, which was covered in a snow white coat of fur, the sensation on his leg was that of flesh. He rolled his eyes, yet the smile never left his face. It appeared the Princess was particularly relaxed this morning.
“Yes, I think we should both abstain from out duties today,” Celestia added, wrapping one wing around Anon’s shoulders.
Having heard those words before, and suffered the consequences, the man slowly pushed himself away. While he wasn’t opposed to a day with his lover, he was well aware of the ramifications that it would bring. Even in a best case scenario, they’d both be well and truly spent, not to mention slickened with sweat and fluids. Although if Celestia was in an especially energetic mood, there was a good chance one or both of them would be sore and useless for the day’s remainder.
The Princess didn’t resist, as Anon slipped from her clutches. Swinging his legs over the side of the couch, he steadily got to his feet. After stretching his arms, he casually scratched his rump, before turning to face his lover. While he hadn’t expected the sight which greeted him, he certainly wasn’t going to complain about it.
There, reclined along the couch’s length, lie Celestia. Her head rested on a pillow, embroidered with a copy of her cutie mark, while her heavily lidded eyes met his. As his gaze wandered down her body, past her chest and neck, he found what had been rubbing against the back of his thighs. A thick, pink appendage lay at her groin, just above a pair of weighty testes.
When the Princess had first told him about her unique physiology, she’d feared he’d be put off, yet that was far from the case. Sure, she may sport a tool that would put most stallions to shame, but she was still a mare; more than that, she was his mare. It didn’t matter what sort of equipment she had, Celestia was the sweetest, kindest pony he’d ever met. As far as he was concerned, he was lucky to have her.
With her hind legs splayed, showing off her semi-erect marecock, there was no mistaking what she wanted. Cocking his hips, Anon directed his attention back to her face. He didn’t say anything, opting instead to give her a cheeky grin. If she wanted some early morning service, she’d have to ask for it.
“What can I say, I may be able to raise the sun, but you’re able to raise the sun,” she snickered. As if to punctuate her point, she flexed her pelvic muscles, allowing her floppy length to slap against her underbelly.
Considering she magically concealed that bit of her anatomy, whilst in the public eye, he couldn’t really blame her. With nobody else to indulge herself with, Anon was her only form of relief; besides solo acts, of course. That being said, he didn’t mind showing her a good time, and both of them were seldom left unsatisfied with such endeavors.
“Someone’s a little excited this morning,” Anon muttered.
“Consider it breakfast in bed. Well, couch...You get the idea,” she teased. As she spoke, she slowly gyrated her hips, causing her length to sway about in the cool morning air.
Silently, the man sunk to his knees, before shuffling to the sofa’s side. Although he was fixated on her loins, he knew she was watching him, studying his movements, as he approached. Settling himself comfortably, he reached forward to gently stroke her velvety length with one hand. As his fingers danced along her flesh, he suppressed a shudder. He knew exactly what the magnificent rod was capable of, and he had to restrain himself from leaping upon it.
Though he hadn’t seen that many aroused stallions, he knew that Celestia’s equipment was large, by pony standards. Even somewhat flaccid, it was nearly a foot long and nearly as thick as his wrist. Under normal circumstances, anyone, be they pony or human, would struggle with servicing such a formidable dick, although that wasn’t as big of a problem as he’d once assumed.
Upon learning of his interest, the Princess had offered a simple solution. Through the use of magic, his body could accommodate her royal scepter, without any fear of harm. The first time they’d fooled around, she’d employed the aforementioned procedure, allowing Anon to painlessly cope with the situation. It had been intense, although he’d walked away unscathed.
Sitting back, Anon brought his free hand to her pendulous nuts, while slowly stroking her shaft. The weight of her balls, each slightly larger than an orange, spoke of the untold volume the Princess could produce. Memories of their first intimate encounter came to the fore, when he’d nearly drown in what had to be pints of the hot, virile spunk she unloaded.
“Well…” Celestia cooed, snapping him from his reverie.
Slowly, almost reverently, Anon brought his face closer to her package. The first thing to hit him was the smell. Subtle, yet unmistakable, her scent was a combination of sweat, animalistic musk, and something vaguely masculine; not of a stallion, per se, but a more delicate version thereof. All in all, it smelled wonderful, and caused his mouth to water.
As he drew nearer, the next thing he noticed was the heat. Even without fur, her bare skinned equipment was quite hot to the touch, but not unpleasantly so; almost as if it were an embodiment of the sun’s power itself. With his lips a scant inch from her groin, he paused to appreciate it’s warmth. Drawing in her fragrance, his lips parted, as he leaned in.
Kissing her plump nuts, Anon buried his face in her sheath. With his nose now pressed against the nexus of the intoxicating aroma, his eyes fluttered. Almost instinctively, his head ascended, dragging his tongue up her sack and to the base of her girthy shaft. The salty, nearly tart essence of her nethers washed over his taste buds, spurring her to continue.
“Mmmmm,” Celestia hummed. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the man’s ministrations.
Working his way up the length of the alicorn’s prodigious tool, Anon stopped at her bloated head. Giving its surface a kiss, he ran his tongue around its ridged edge, while continuing to squeeze and work her length with one hand. Gently squeezing her prick, he milked the area just above her medial ring.
One thing he’d learned rather quickly was that ponies had an apparent weakness for handjobs; it made sense, considering they were relegated to using hooves or sorcery to pleasure themselves. Still, there was plenty of meat to work with, so adding a bit of manual stimulation to his lip service seemed appropriate.
Opening his mouth as widely as possible, Anon bore down on the fat tip of his lover’s cock. Thankfully, even at full rigidity, her length was still relatively pliable. He wasn’t sure if only Celestia’s equipment was like that, but he wouldn’t be terribly surprised, given its size. Regardless, he found himself fortunate that it wasn’t completely unyielding.
Just as the head of her dick slipped past his lips, the first drop of pre-cum made its way to his tongue. Unlike the flavor of her flesh, her nectar had a tangy, almost sweet note to it. Relaxing his jaw, he pressed his head forward, cramming the first few inches of her vascular prick into his maw. Savoring the sensation of her silken skin on his tongue, he felt it bump against the back of his throat.
Without a word, Celestia’s horn ignited with power. As a living demigod, her might was beyond measure. She could control the very sun and, if need be, the moon, so arcanely enhancing Anon’s physiology was but a paltry task. Surrounding the man with her magic, a smile played across her face. “Deeper…”
Wreathed in her witchery, Anon felt no different, but he knew her spell had worked. Drawing a deep breath through his nostrils, and readying himself, he set himself to the task at hand. Bearing down, the head of her member slipped into his esophagus. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, without any traces of pain, although it was certainly intense; as he did, his throat bulged obscenely outward, a testament to his devotion to his Princess.
Celestia sighed, feeling the warm, snug confines of Anon’s gullet. While her spellcraft did allow him to cope with her enormous appendage, it was still a relatively tight fit. Keeping her eyes closed, she lazily reached one foreleg downward, towards her waist. Anon was capable of adequately servicing her, although a bit of assistance couldn’t hurt matters.
Anon jumped, as something hard gently pressed against the back of his head. Opening his eyes, he looked upward. Reclined as she was, the Princess had a sublime look of contentment on her face. Continuing his descent on her length, and spurred by her encouragement, the alicorn’s girthy medial ring pressed against his lips. Working his head back and forth, as she steadily pressed him downward, the lower third of her tool wormed into his mouth.
Slipping his free hand under her hip, Anon took a second to adjust. With her enchantment in effect, augmenting his lung capacity, he’d have some time before needing to breathe, so there was plenty of time to enjoy himself. Retracting his head, he allowed a saliva slickened portion of her member to escape past his lips, before virtually inhaling it again.
Now with the man fellating her in earnest, Celestia shivered. She was, in many ways, lucky to have found such a lover. Tall, exotic, kind hearted, and delightfully entertaining, he was everything she could have hoped for in a mate. Enjoying his work, her body acted of its own accord, pushing him further down her length with every plunge.
With one particularly forceful thrust forward, Anon winced. Even with the spell’s aid, having roughly a foot of cock down one’s throat wasn’t the easiest thing to accomplish, yet he endured. Looking to her groin, he realized he was perilously close to fully hilting her. Releasing the base of her prick, and steeling his resolve, he continued onward.
The sensation of warmth creeping down her length halted, as something bumped against her crotch. Peering downward, Celestia saw the man’s nose pressed against her loins. The entirety of her length had fully disappeared within her lover, entombed within the man’s seemingly cavernous maw. Slowly, with all the haste of a glacier, she started bucking her hips.
As soon as the Princess began to thrust against his face, Anon’s hand shot to his crotch. He’d been so preoccupied with pleasuring her, that he hadn’t even noticed his own woefully neglected erection. Grabbing hold of it, he began to stroke himself, while synchronizing his bobbing head with the alicorn’s movements.
With her balls slapping against Anon’s chin, Celestia steadily picked up speed. Even though she would have loved mounting him, or vice versa, she was more than delighted to settle for some pre-breakfast fellatio. Readjusting herself, to better rut his mouth, she moved her other forehoof downward to stroke his face.
“Don’t stop…” she whispered.
With one hand on her waist, Anon pulled her to himself, almost masochistically. Though he could be a tender lover, he wasn’t opposed to some rougher treatment, even if it meant he may have a sore jaw later. As her shaft pistoned in and out of his gullet, his lips became slickened with a cocktail of her pre-cum and his saliva, all while he continued to stroke himself.
Were it not for the fact that he was completely cut off from air, he would have gleefully hummed around her immense member. That being said, he wasn’t without certain tactics to push her towards the edge. Worming his hand lower, he dug his fingers into her rump, causing her to look down at him.
Glancing downward, Celestia’s gaze met her lover’s heavily lidded eyes. The look she received, wanton and full of longing, flipped a switch. Her smile twisted into a devilish grin. She realized what he wanted, and she was more than happy to deliver. Rearing her hips back, she forcefully thrust into his face.
The Princess’ powerful plunge was but a precursor for what was to come. Increasing in speed and might, she started jackhammering his face. Caught in a juggling act of fellating an astral equine, squeezing her rump, and getting himself off, Anon was caught off guard. It was all he could do to hold himself steady, while she made use of his mouth.
Sounds of heavy breathing, coupled with the persistent Slap Slap Slap of Celestia fucking Anon’s face, filled the room. The two had reached a point of no return, with each desperately seeking release. A man and his mare, a princess and her lover, they lost themselves to the carnal sins of flesh, whilst enjoying one another.
Squeezing his lips around her girthy rod on the backstrokes, while relaxing himself with every thrust, Anon did his best to please her. More than anything, he got off to the fact that he, over anyone else, was allowed to cherish her in such a way. She had chosen him, among all the ponies and creatures of her land, and he was immeasurably grateful.
Celestia’s hips were a blur of motion, while she fought to stave off her inevitable release. Her cock throbbed, and her nuts slowly began to retract, as she teetered on the edge. There was no actual rush, considering they had at least an hour before they needed to attend to their daily duties, although she wanted to savor it.
Steadily approaching his own limit, Anon acted swiftly. Already groping her ass, he snaked two fingers into her pucker, hoping it would be enough to tip her over. As his digits plunged into her rump, caressing her delicate prostate, he was granted his wish.
The additional stimulation proved too much to bear for Celestia. Ramming every inch of herself past Anon’s lips, she fully hilted herself in the man. Grunting furiously, through gritted teeth, her hips flexed sporadically. The first sparks of climactic release surged through her, just as a tidal rush of spunk coursed through her shaft.
Deep within his gut, Anon could feel his lover starting to flare. It had to be reaching his stomach, or just before it, because a sublime feeling of warmth and fullness quickly began filling him; quite literally, in this instance. His lips stretched incrementally, as did his throat, as wave after seething wave of seed erupted into him.
The influx forced his own waning composure to break. Clutching the base of his tool, he came. Ropes of his spunk splattered to the floor, covering the rug, while his comparably feeble load was expended. His output paled in comparison to his equine lovers, which was beginning to have a tangible effect on him. Though he couldn’t see it, he could feel the weight of her jizz within him, slowly causing his belly to sag and distend.
Riding out her orgasmic rapture, Celestia exhaled. Yes, the mornings were much, much more appealing, with a paramour to spend them with. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she retracted her hips, dragging her softening length from his abused throat. With an audible Pop, her tool sprang free from his mouth, although a string of cum still connected him to its slickened tip.
Anon weakly coughed, clearing his airway from the residual spunk which lingered there. Dreamily, his gaze wandered to his Princess’ face. “Well - Cough - I guess that’s my breakfast,” he croaked, smiling up at her.
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you give me desert, tonight,” she cooed, running her hoof under his chin. “For now, Dearest, will you join me for a shower?”
He nodded, as he unsteadily got to his feet. Offering her his hand, he helped her to her hooves, before they strolled to the bathroom, side by side...
