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Anon glanced over at the clock, just as he finished tying his shoes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah! Give me a minute here,” he grumbled. Even though he’d been going through this routine for nearly a month, getting up before dawn wasn’t what he would call easy.
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Close to a year ago, he’d found himself in Equestria. The last thing he remembered, he’d fallen asleep in his school’s library; next thing he knew, he’d woken up in a land of magical talking horse people. After several weeks of poking and prodding, at the hands of a Princess named Twilight Sparkle, he found himself in a bit of a pickle. With no known way to get home, he was left to start a new life for himself.
In many ways, Equestria wasn’t all that dissimilar to Earth, yet there were some rather striking differences. Beyond the inhabitants being anthropomorphic equines, the sexual dimorphism was rather jarring. Unlike humans, pony females tended to be far larger than males, standing several inches taller than the average stallion. Size discrepancies aside, Anon had also discovered that it wasn’t uncommon for mares to have additional equipment.
Yes, much to his surprise, a great many of the females sported rather sizeable packages. While it was initially a bit shocking, everyone was rather nonchalant about it. Truth be told, he found it all rather interesting, considering he was well acquainted with adult literature and art which centered around dickgirls. As time passed, it became just another part of daily life.
Regardless of the seemingly odd circumstances of the land, Anon adapted rather quickly to his unplanned extra-dimensional relocation. He’d procured a job in Ponyville, as an assistant in the town hall, secured an apartment, and was getting to know the townsfolk; that was, until he’d had a run-in with one of the diarchs of the land.
Princess Celestia, one of the two ruling alicorn sisters of all Equestria, had stumbled upon him on one of her visits to Ponyville. Even compared to larger mares, she was absolutely titanic. Tall, powerfully built, and yet extraordinary graceful, she dwarfed anyone else Anon had come across in his time in their world.
She was, in a very real sense, a living goddess. By comparison, her beauty eclipsed any other female he’d ever seen. A Princess of amazonian proportions, if one had ever existed. After composing himself, and doing his best not to openly fawn over her divine looks, the two had a rather brief chat. Needless to say, their first encounter had been...interesting.
After introducing herself, the Princess casually informed him that he’d been hired to be her personal attendant; before Anon could protest, Celestia began going over the various benefits of the position. A fully furnished suite in the Canterlot castle, relatively short shifts, full benefits, and a jaw dropping increase in pay. Beyond all of the job’s perks, he would accompany her throughout the day, assisting with her various needs. Of course, he’d accepted on the spot, although it wasn’t until later that he learned of all of the ins-and-outs of his newfound employment…
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Straightening his gym shorts, and dusting off his tank top, Anon walked the exit of his apartment. It was just before five AM, which meant only one thing. After stepping into his shoes, he opened the door and found himself facing his colossal employer. His head only reached her midsection, just below her bust, so he had to crane his neck to look up at her.
“Good morning, Anon!” Celestia greeted, beaming down at him.
Clad in a sports bra and yoga pants, her typical fare, Celestia imposingly stood before him. Her outfit did a fantastic job of exhibiting her physique, showing off her exceptionally well toned musculature. Her build would put many professional athletes to shame, honed over countless centuries of training. Of course, befitting a Princess, she had personalized workout gear for herself.
On her top, the words “Check my Back” were emblazoned over her bosom. Anon didn’t need to look to know that “Praise the Sun” was printed on the back of her skin tight trunks, having seen the pair a number of times before. But it wasn’t the wording on her shorts that drew his attention; it was what was lurking within them. At her groin, just beneath a pair of painted stars, was a gargantuan bulge, barely constrained by the thin fabric.
“So, my little human, are you ready to break a sweat?” the Princess asked, running a finger up his jaw.
“You know it,” he responded, attempting to sound enthusiastic. As she turned and trotted down the hallway, he languidly followed behind her. It wasn’t that he minded accompanying her on her morning gym visits; far from it, in fact. No, his problem wasn’t with the training sessions, it was with restraining himself.
Over his time of working with Celestia, Anon couldn’t help but find himself increasingly attracted to her. It may have been her size, elegance, motherly temperament, or some combination of the three, but he was quickly becoming smitten with her. As his employer, and one of the rules of all Equestria, he was reluctant to openly act on his growing fondness for her, so he resigned himself to simply serving her as best he could.
Strolling behind the Princess, Anon soon found himself in the Canterlot castle’s gym. A wide array of machines and equipment were available, though it was rare for anyone but Celestia to use the area. Luna, her sister, preferred jogging outdoors, and the guards had their own training area, so the two were often left to themselves.
“Alright, you know the drill,” Celestia commented, retrieving an olympic weight bar from a rack. As she deftly hefted the length of metal, she paused. “I almost forgot, I had this made for you,” she noted, digging into her pocket and tossing him a ring. “It’s so I don’t have to keep casting aegis wards on you, plus I thought you’d like it,” she explained, shooting him a wink.
Slipping the band over his ring finger, Anon nodded. The alicorn’s training was, at times, somewhat unconventional. Fortunately, due to various magical safeguards on the room, along with protective spells she’d enchant him with, it was relatively safe. With the ring in place, he looked up, just as a soft blue light filled the room.
Hefting the bar onto her shoulders, the Princess formed two white dwarf stars at the rod’s ends. Harnessing the power of celestial bodies, the alicorn would oftentimes use miniature suns as weights. It was peculiar, yet she swore by it. Spreading her feet, shoulder length apart, she looked back over her shoulder at him, signalling him to ready himself.
Stepping forward and positioning himself behind her, Anon prepared himself. Thankfully, the ring seemed to be doing its job, because the heat was comparable to a warm summer’s day. As Celestia squatted town, he mirrored her motions, should she falter. Though she’d never needed his assistance, he presumed she kept him around as a failsafe. Still, if she were to begin struggling, he wasn’t sure how much help he would actually be, considering she was exponentially stronger than he was.
“One...Two...Three…” she counted off, rhythmically lowering and righting herself.
As close as he was, and with little else to do, Anon’s gaze played over her shoulders, down her back, and towards her rump. Every time she dipped down, he could make out the imprint of two weighty orbs at her groin, peeking from between her thighs. If she noticed his attention, she ignored it, as she belted out rep after rep.
“We’ll...eighteen...move to...nineteen...bench next,” Celestia grunted, almost finishing her first set. Once she hit twenty, she extinguished the ‘weights’ at the bar’s ends, before turning to face him. “You don’t have to stand so far back. I don’t bite, I promise! Besides, what if I slip!” she snickered, whipping her ponytail behind herself.
Beyond his reluctance of the astronomical weight she was using, there was another reason Anon chose to keep his distance. As Celestia’s workouts drug on, causing her muscles to swell and glisten, she’d develop a particular odor. By no means was it a bad smell; actually, it was rather intoxicating. Strong and feminine, that of a powerful woman, the scent alone was enough to get him excited, yet he couldn’t refuse her request.
Shuffling closer, as she prepared herself for a second set, he stood roughly a foot behind her. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he noticed her alabaster coat starting to shine. He could already detect the slightest traces of her aroma, causing a shiver to run up his spine. It was only a matter of time before both of them were worked up, even if it was in two markedly different ways.
The second and third sets of squats passed in a matter of minutes, with Celestia taking a brief pause between the latter two. Shouldering the bar, and plodding towards a weight bench, she set the length of metal on the rack. Without preamble, she reclined on the padded rest, inching herself beneath the ensorceled weight bar. Patiently, she waited for Anon to move to the bench’s head, where he could spot her.
Walking over, he got into position, just as she started doing presses. Now standing over her, Anon was treated to a sublime view of her face, chest, and abdomen. Try as he might, he kept sneaking peeks of her body, even though he was supposed to be keeping an eye on the bar. Considering how focused Celestia was on her lifts, he doubted she’d notice, although he still felt guilty for ogling her.
She really was a sight to behold. The way her body moved, her muscles glided over one another, was immensely captivating. Honestly, he could watch her all day, simply admiring her from afar. To his shame, he’d even gotten off thinking about her, lewdly imagining all the things she could do to him.
Just as his gaze wandered to the substantial bulge at her groin, a loud clang caused Anon to start. Glancing down, he went rigid. Much to his chagrin, the Princess was looking right at him. He’d been caught eyeing her, though he couldn’t say if she was truly upset. She had an impassive expression, almost as if she was studying him. Before he could say anything, she spoke.
“You know, how about you give this a try,” she said, casually pushing herself up. Getting to her hooves, she stood beside the vacant bench and waved him over.
Gulping, he walked to her side. “My Princess, there’s no way I could handle that much,” he croaked, glancing at the two miniature suns she’d been using as weights.
“I don’t see why you couldn’t try. I’d spot you, of course, and you could use a bit of training yourself,” she snickered, prodding his belly.
Something about her tone made Anon uneasy. She didn’t sound angry; hell, if anything, there was almost a flirtatious note to her voice. Regardless, he obeyed, sliding himself onto the padded surface. Reaching up, barely managing to grasp the bar, Celestia moved to his head.
“Ready?” she inquired, smiling reassuringly down at him.
With few other options, he nodded; closing his eyes and silently praying that he wouldn’t meet an untimely demise. Pushing on the length of metal, for all he was worth, the Princess unracked the bar. Easing it to himself, struggling every inch of the way, he felt it press against his chest. Dredging every ounce of strength he had, he strained to raise the bar. To his amazement, its weight steadily moved away, until his arms were left outstretched.
“That’s one,” Celestia tittered, causing him to open his eyes.
It was only then that Anon realized he’d been holding his breath, and he gasped at the sight which greeted him. Standing above him, in all her glory, she loomed over him. He was treated to a completely new perspective of the Princess, giving him a moment for pause. The view of her package was bewitching, so much so that he had to force himself to look away.
“Let’s go for two,” she purred, spreading her legs ever so slightly.
As she assisted him with lifting the bar, doing almost all of the work herself, Celestia eased it down to his torso. Squatting as she did so, her groin ended up a scant few inches from Anon’s face, causing his efforts to waver. Being that close to her nethers, his sinuses were filled with a heady, pungent musk. It was overpowering, to the point where he nearly lost his grip. Luckily, she didn’t let the weight fall upon him, and she quickly guided it back to the rack.
“I have to admit, I don’t think you’re ready for this sort of training,” Celestia tutted, shaking her head. “However, I’m not sure you were all that focused on the lift,” she continued, peering to his crotch.
Anon looked downward, following her gaze. To his horror, he’d popped a boner. His jaw flapped uselessly, as he tried to come up with some sort of excuse. Sadly, he found himself lacking a suitable response, while Celestia quietly watched him squirm. Digging her thumbs over the edges of her shorts, she leered down at him.
“In hindsight, you may not have been the best choice as a gym partner,” she began, with the barest hint of a smirk. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t train you to serve me in other ways…”
Before Anon could ask what she meant, she slowly pulled her trunks down. Like some magical act, an absolutely mammoth length of dark grey flesh began to appear, before it unceremoniously flopped onto his face. The only word he could use to describe it was prodigious.
Even though the thing wasn’t even fully erect, it had to be over a foot long. Large, angry veins traced it’s length, from blunt crown to girthy root. Below it, unveiled as she tugged her shorts off, were a pair of melon sized nuts, each holding untold liters of seed. Unencumbered by the garment, the weighty log of flesh rested against his face. Long, sweaty, and hot, he was filled with the urge to worship her mighty tool.
“Perhaps, if I can’t help you with strength training, I could assist you with stretching,” Celestia purred. Squatting down, while using the bar to balance herself, she rocked her hips back. As her length was dragged over and away from the man’s countenance, he shuffled up the bench after it, like an overeager puppy.
The implications of her words were enough to cloud Anon’s better judgement. Chasing after her, only stopping when his head hung over the edge of the rest, he ground his nose against the base of her member. Stars above, he’d wished for an opportunity like this, so he wasn’t going to let the chance slip through his fingers.
“So eager!” Celestia bleated in amusement. Reaching down with one hand, gently patting his cheek, she drew his attention upward.
Moving his head to the side, so he could get a clear view of her face, Anon regained some sense of composure. He’d nearly lost control of himself, giving in to his wanton desires, though she clearly had plans for him. Slowly, taking a small step backward, she moved her hand from his face to the base of her shaft.
“Since you seem rather keen on my offer, allow me to indulge you…” she murmured. Gliding her length over his nose, ensuring he breathed in even more of her scent, she brought the tip of her dick to his lips.
Having only ever imagined sucking on a cock, Anon hesitated. Not only was it obscenely large, nearly as big around as a pop can, but it wasn’t even completely rigid yet. As badly as he wanted to choke himself on it, he realized the act would likely kill him. Lying there, partially obscured by her majestic dong, Celestia smiled down at him.
“You know, I made sure that ring imbues you with several attributes. Besides protecting you from the heat and gravimetric forces of my power, it also makes your body remarkably resilient and pliable,” she chuckled. “Though perhaps a demonstration is in order,” she sighed, noting his confused look, “open up…”
Draping his head backward, and opening his maw, Anon did as he was asked. His heart was racing a million miles a second, as she lined herself up with his face. Reaching back, he pawed at her thighs, urging her to continue. He wasn’t sure exactly how accommodating the ring would allow him to be, but he trusted her.
“There’s a good girl,” Celestia groaned, the head of her length past his lips.
Anon’s taste buds were immediately assaulted by the cloying, salty flavor of her velvety flesh. Almost like a serpent, his jaw flexed, allowing him to engulf her entirety in his mouth. Sure, he’d only managed to take the first few inches of her, an impressive feat in and of itself, though she showed now signs of stopping. Relaxing himself, he pulled her closer, while watching her pendulous testes draw ever nearer to his face.
“Deep breath,” she clucked, feeling the head of her member bump against his throat. Hearing him inhale, she drove herself onward, straight down his gullet.
The sensation of having something so immense filling his esophagus was indescribable. Freeing one hand, Anon grasped at his neck, feeling it bulge outward obscenely. Positioned as they were, she essentially had a straight shot to his stomach. While he didn’t fully comprehend how the ring was allowing him to cope with such a feat, he didn’t care. All that mattered was that he didn’t want her to stop until she’d sunk every inch of herself into his face.
Looking over Anon’s body, Celestia’s eyes eventually settled upon his tented shorts. “It’s rather funny, there’s something about you I can’t quite put my finger on. For a male, you have remarkably feminine traits. You’re not as well built as a stallion, nor do you have the defining characteristics of a mare, yet there’s something fascinating about you. Perhaps, if you’re interested, I could improve your figure…” she remarked, examining his physique.
While he couldn’t verbally reply, Anon squirmed on the bench. The promise of pleasing her, especially in a carnal sense, was thrilling. If she wished to mold him into a form more fitting to her tastes, so be it. Squeezing his hand, further constricting his neck, he did his best to appease her.
“Mmmmmm...Good,” the Princess cooed, continuing her plunge into his maw.
Closer and closer the alicorn’s weighty balls crew, until they rested against Anon’s face. Once Celestia had hilted herself, she paused. He couldn’t tell if she was giving him a moment to adjust or if she was savoring the snug confines of his gullet. Either way, he was awed that he’d managed to practically inhale her entire shaft.
Firmly grasping the weight bar, Celestia retracted her hips, pulling several inches of her length out of Anon’s gob, before slamming herself back forward. Her comment about a ‘deep breath' had been unnecessary, considering the enchanted ring would let him go several minutes without oxygen. Bearing that in mind, she steadily started fucking his face.
The force of the alicorn’s thrusts was immense, to the point of rocking the bench and Anon’s body with each plunge. Her nuts heavily slapped against him, smearing him with her sweat, as she serviced herself with his throat. Watching her heavy testes, while the swung against his visage, was hypnotizing.
“If I’d - Mmmph - known you were more interested in serving me like this - Mmmm - I would have done this much sooner,” Celestia wheezed, bucking into him. “But, then again, I can’t blame such a demure mare for not taking the initiative…” she laughed.
Her emasculating words, along with her condescending done, only heightened Anon’s arousal. Though he’d been reluctant to embrace his submissive side, the Princess’ statement rang true. He’d always been somewhat shy, so having an imposing, bestial woman openly show an interest in him was maddeningly provocative. Almost instinctively, he released her rump, and snaked a hand towards his groin.
Noting his movement, Celestia grabbed his wrist. “Oh, no, no, no! Mares aren’t allowed to pleasure themselves. Please, if you’re suffering from an unforeseen heat, allow me to help you,” she clucked. Unceremoniously hauling her now turgid marecock from his abused gullet, she squinted at him.
“I’m - Cough - I’m sorry,” Anon croaked, clearing her pre-cum from his airway. He’d attempted to get himself off, subconsciously or not, and in so doing disappointed her.
“Now, now, there’s nothing to apologize for!” Celestia interjected, releasing his arm. “I’m not familiar with human mares’ breeding cycles, so the fault is my own. Please...” she urged, motioning for him to get up.
Shakily getting to his feet, Anon acquiesced. Stepping away from the bench, to an open area between several machines, he moved his hands over his crotch. Averting his eyes, Celestia walked over and slowly circled him. He wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but he hoped that he hadn’t tarnished his image in her eyes.
“Mmmm, yes, I think a change in wardrobe is in order,” she thought aloud. Evoking her power, she snapped her fingers.
A blinding flash filled the room, causing Anon to screw his eyes shut. Blinking rapidly, as his vision returned, he looked around. Nothing had changed, or so he thought, until he glanced down at himself. Gone were his tank top and shorts, replaced by a cheerleader’s uniform. A tight top clung to his torso, while a short skirt was wrapped around his waist. Both items were an electric pink, the pinnacle of feminine colors.
“There...Much more fitting, if I do say so myself,” Celestia giggled, pleased with her efforts. “Now then, seeing as how my precious little mare has been suffering in silence, I’ll grant you this boon,” she continued. Seating herself on a leg press, she beckoned Anon closer. “You may, just this once, sate yourself on the royal scepter. If you manage to do a good job, I may just keep you as my personal, shall we say, stress relief…”
Anon stood transfixed, as he watched her idly stroke her length. Celestia had laid her terms on the table, leaving no doubt that, should he prove himself a worthy lover, he would be at her beck and call to satiate her sexual urges. Taking one step closer, followed by a second, he moved closer to her, fighting the desire to pounce upon her. After all, mares were supposed to control themselves.
Crossing to the seated alicorn, stepping over her thighs, Anon straddled her. Now fully erect, her marecock stood like a pillar of flesh beneath her legs. Well over a foot long, and thicker than his arm, he hoped the ring’s magic would allow him to take her. Even more than his own craven yearnings, he wished to please the living demigoddess. Reaching back and flipping his skirt, he began lowering himself down.
Celestia smiled, watching the man squat over her. Though she was fully aware that Anon was a male, that was but a biological triviality. If he wished to be a mare, to give himself to her, she would be sure that he’d become a suitable mate. Clutching her shaft, guiding it to his rear, she felt it press against his pucker.
Bearing down and attempting to relax his body, Anon took a shuddering breath. Gradually applying more and more weight to the insanely fat head of Celestia’s length, he gyrated his hips, praying it would fit. Just when he was about to give up hope, his efforts were rewarded. He gasped, as the bloated crown, along with the first few inches of glorious marecock, buried themselves in his ass.
“Such a good mare,” Celestia purred, affectionately running a finger up his chest. “But…” she trailed off, as her hands moved to his shoulders, “you’ve still got a long way to go…” With that, she slowly pulled him downward, lazily impaling him on herself.
Anon’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, as his insides were rearranged by the elephantine appendage. His legs nearly gave out, as he felt her medial ring grind past his entrance. With glacial speed, she sheathed herself in him, until he was seated on her lap. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, but it took him a moment to come to his senses.
The sensation of being filled, so sublimely stretched, left him speechless. Regardless of how astounding he felt, or how his mind and body reeled to cope with the situation, he had a job to do. Dredging forth every ounce of will he had, he started to move. Gently pushing Celestia’s arms away, he braced himself on her shoulders.
Seeing he was taking the initiative, the Princess rested her head on her hands. “My, my, my! Such determination! I may have underestimated your resolve,” she contentedly chuckled, resigning herself to enjoy the show.
Sluggishly, Anon began screwing himself on the dickmare beneath him. Relaxing himself on the downstrokes, and clenching upon each upward motion, he eventually found a rhythm. Her equipment was so enormous that he could only work the lower half of her shaft, although she didn’t seem to mind. As a matter of fact, Celestia had a silly grin on her face, as she looked right as his…
“Gracious, that ring really did make you malleable,” she whispered, prodding a significant bulge within his abdomen.
Peering down, Anon’s motions slowed. To his utter amazement, there was a very distinct imprint of her tool in his guts, nearly reaching his rib-cage. He was so spellbound by the sight, that he didn’t notice the alicorn reaching for his chest, until it was too late.
“Don’t stop now, my pretty little mare! You’ve been doing so well!” she teased, twisting his nipples.
A whorish moan escaped him, as the additional stimulation spurred him to continue. With renewed vigor, he fucked himself on her, causing his cock to flop around uselessly. Strands of silken pre-cum dribbled from his inferior equipment, while he shamelessly indulged himself. Jolts of pleasure surged through his body, with each plunge, prompting him to move faster and faster.
“Leaking already, I see,” Celestia muttered, observing the clear fluid dribble from his flaccid cock. “Well, if you’re already getting close, perhaps I should…” she trailed off, punctuating her statement with a violent upward thrust.
The abrupt and forceful drive caused Anon to spontaneously climax, forcing cum to drool from his manhood. In comparison to what he was serving, he couldn’t even call it that; it was more akin to an enlarged clit. Nevertheless, he came crashing down upon her, left wholly at her mercy.
“I guess it can’t be helped, since it is the first time you’ve serviced a Princess. Since your efforts were commendable, allow me to finish up,” Celestia sighed. Grabbing hold of his hips, in stark contrast to her loving tone, she began brutally rutting him.
Anon’s arms limply hung to his sides, as he was fucked senseless. He was but a mere sex toy, an object to be used by a lustful god, and he loved every second of it. Despite having just climaxed, he felt the telltale signs of release welling within him. Overwhelming waves of bliss crashed over him, leaving in a rapturous stupor. Mewling like a harlot, he submitted entirely to her rough treatment.
“Cumming again already I see,” Celestia thoughtfully said, observing a second gout of spunk oozing from his prick. “I wasn’t aware human mares could achieve multiple orgasms, although I shouldn’t be surprised,” she casually added, savagely hammering into him.
Bouncing on Celestia’s lap, an unending series of effeminate moans escaped Anon. His entire body, every fiber of his being, screamed in ecstasy. Tears of joy streamed down his cheeks, and a strand of saliva dangled from his lolling tongue. It was heaven, pure and simple; even if he felt like he may go insane from it all, it was but a small price to pay for serving her.
As the Princess endured, her strokes gradually became more intense, shifting from long, powerful thrusts to short, wild jackhammering blows. She screwed her eyes closed, attempting to stave off the inevitable, yet she was quickly reaching her limit. Reaching out and grabbing Anon’s hips, she drove into him with everything she had. He’d given himself to her, and she was going to make sure he would never forget that.
The protrusion in Anon’s belly swelled, as Celestia flared within him. Stretching his insides beyond comprehension, it locked itself in place, ensuring every drop of seed would be deposited deep within him. Her testes churned, pulling up to her groin, as they send gallons of jizz surging through her godly tool. Grunting angrily, holding the human to herself, she claimed her mare.
The sudden influx of scalding ejaculate broke something in Anon, causing his eyes to fly open in shock. Heat radiated throughout his body, sending his system into a feedback loop of pleasure. Mortals were never intended to be subjected to the carnal delights of a god, yet there he was, acting as a slutty cum-dumpster for a deity of the sun. He howled, braying to the heavens, as he was lost in an insane sea of rapture.
His gut bloated and sagged, under the weight of liter after liter of the Princess’ cum. Celestia bucked her hips fitfully, riding out her orgasm and pumping every bit of her essence into him. Eventually, as her climax ebbed, being replaced by a post-coitus euphoria, she slowed. Breathing heavily, she glanced down at the man, noting his absurdly distended abdomen.
“Goodness, I really did a number on you,” she wheezed, lovingly running her palm over his belly. As her hand moved up his body, eventually coming to his face, he shifted. “I’m surprised to see you didn’t need much clitoral stimulation. Many mares here enjoy it, although you seem to have a taste for anal,” she breathed, taking note of his feeble member. Frankly, she was absolutely thrilled that he’d been able to achieve hands-free release. Nothing quite beat knowing she could drive someone to release, solely by pounding their ass.
Anon was, at best, partially conscious. His gaze, blurry and unfocused, wandered over the room. He parted his lips, just as Celestia’s thumb passed over them, and sucked upon her digit. On some subconscious level, he still attempted to pleasure her, despite the fact that he was suffering from a lapse of higher brain functions.
Celestia’s eyes narrowed, and she licked her lips, as the man lovingly suckled upon her thumb. Somehow, he’d managed to stay conscious, even if his senses had temporarily left him. She smiled, recognizing the untapped potential locked away within the man. Yes, with time, she was sure he could be molded into something much, much more entertaining.
With a gentleness belying her size, she cradled Anon to herself and ponderously got to her feet. He was still firmly impaled upon her slowly softening length, but that had been her intention. If she had pulled out, there would be a catastrophic mess, one she would rather avoid entirely. Striding towards a small shower area, she looked down at him.
“My little mare, I’ll be sure to train you well,” she thought aloud, carrying him off to clean.
The words warmed Anon’s heart, as his goddess clutched him to her chest. He wasn’t sure what the future would hold for him, but he knew he would do everything humanly possible to stay with her. Celestia was his sun and, in that moment, she’d given him a glimmer of a very bright future.
