A Long Night for Sunny Days

by Winter Quill

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Anthro, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sex, Hoity Toity
Length: 9418

Princess Celestia decides she needs to take the night off, so she disguises herself as Sunny Days, just so she can moonlight at the local strip club.

Princess Celestia's days are filled with stress and frustration, being pulled in in ten different directions at once. She hardly has any time to relax and do anything for herself. Something that is made harder by the fact that, as a princess, she has a certain image to keep. An image that also prevents her from going out and having a one-night stand, no matter how much she needs one.

When it becomes too much for her, when she's tired of being herself, Celestia disguise herself as Sunny Days. Just a sexy unicorn who likes to dress up like the princess, just so she can take it all off on stage. It lets her put on a show for the ponies, and getting a little some extra on the side.

Contains: Huge Breasts, Yoga Pants, Pole Dancing, Stripping, Tit-fucking, Oral Sex

Editing by PaulRvBFan

Cover artwork (#1585538) by Kevin Sano and used with permission.

Published 2019-09-16 20:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-09-16 20:50:01 UTC

For the Ponies in the Back Row

Celestia threw herself back onto her bed, her wings fanning out behind her as she landed. It had been an exhausting day, with the nobles demanding that she should solve any number of silly problems they could fix for themselves, if they would just bother to think about it. After two dozen of them before lunch, it took all of her skill to keep her frustration hidden behind a well-practiced mask of semi-interest. Internally, she was rolling her eyes and wishing she could reach out and backhand the smirks right off their stuck-up snouts.

She was fairly sure she had left finger marks in the arms of her throne.

But it was finally over, if only for another day. The sun had been brought down for the night and the moon was rising over the horizon, leaving the land in her sister’s competent hands. If anything happened tonight, Luna would be more than able to deal with it.

Celestial had the night to herself, a night she could spend however she wanted. She spread her arms and wings out as she stretched on the bed, at the same time kicking off her golden shoes. They were pretty, but they always pinched right above her hooves, so she was glad to be rid of them. With a small flicker of gold, she used her magic to lift her crown from her head, floating it over to rest on the dressing table. It was soon followed by her heavy golden necklace and the bracers from her wrists. Without her regalia she felt ten pounds lighter.

She slowly sat up, putting her hooves on the ground and rising to her full height. She reached up behind her hair and undid the clasp of her dress, allowing the silky material to flutter down around her body. It slid down over her large breasts and across the curves of her full ass to pool on the floor around her hooves.

Celestia fanned her wings out for a moment and moved to her makeup table, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The mare she saw looked tired, her eyes were heavy and bags were developing under them. Her white fur was losing some of its sheen, and the makeup had faded and become slightly mussed during the day. It was the face of a mare that was fed up with all the stupid things that came with being in charge.

“I need to take a break,” she said, rubbing her fingers under her eyes, using a touch of magic to clean off the day’s makeup. “Even if it’s just for one night…” she paused, glancing down at the top of the table. She knew what was inside, hidden in a small box in the back of the topmost drawer, but did she dare? It had been months since she had last taken it out, was now the time to do so again?

She glanced back at her reflection. Without her makeup, even more of the stress was clear on her face, with small crow’s feet that were easily visible in the dim light of her chambers. That was enough of an answer for her.

Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her fingers around the pull of the drawer, feeling the cool brass against her hand. Slowly she pulled the drawer open, far enough to allow it to tilt slightly forward, the scent of the powders contained within washing over her. Reaching deep inside the drawer she retrieved a small wooden box. It was made of black lacquered wood with years of wear visible along the edges, one corner had cracked, then repaired with a golden inlay. Pushing the drawer closed she set the box down, running her fingers over the smooth lid while casting the spell to unlock it.

A single ring was resting inside on a red velvet pillow. It was carved out of pure jade and laced with palladium wire. It was something she had created centuries ago, spending years crafting the spells and imprinting it on the material. She could almost feel the arrays inside the stone glowing with power, charged and eager to be used.

She picked it up, feeling the weight on her palm. It was too big for any of her fingers, but then it wasn’t meant to go there. Holding it between her fingertips she lifted it up and slipped it over the top of her horn. It slipped easily down the length and settled tightly against the base of her horn, resting among the rippling stands of her hair.

That was all she needed to do to activate the spells; the magic swept across her, making her shiver as her fur stood on end. Her whole body seemed to shrink at once, compressing down from her impressive six and a half feet in height to a far more normal five foot four. The extra mass didn’t vanish though, it spread out around her body. Her ass filled out, lifting her in her seat, while at the same time inches were added to her breasts, swelling them from merely large to truly massive. Even her nipples grew larger, becoming the thick, fat tits of a mare who had once nursed foals.

The magic in her hair faded away, the bright colors growing less vibrant, but at the same time the edges becoming sharper, clearly separating into individual bands. A very small hint of pink roots was visible on both her head and tail, giving away that the colors were from an expertly done dye job.

Lastly, her wings fluttered and pulled tight against her back before seemingly melting away, a few feathers falling around her like snow. In only a few moments they were gone, leaving her nothing more than a unicorn. It was all a disguise of course, she was still an alicorn, but it was now hidden under a carefully made transmutation spell. It was undetectable to anypony other than the most powerful of mages, and she doubted Twilight would be anywhere near where she was going.

Standing up, she placed her hands on her hips, allowing her palms to cover up her cutie mark. With one last spell she caused the image of the sun to ripple, the lower half fading away leaving her with a sunrise in its place. It was another illusion, one that needed a constant flow of magic into it in order to prevent it from burning away, but at her age she could do such things in her sleep.

She spun around in place, coming to stop in front of the mirror to smile at her reflection. She wasn’t Princess Celestia anymore, she was Sunny Days. Just a normal unicorn that happened to look quite a bit like the princess, but who was willing to have a great deal more fun.

Quickly, she pulled open another drawer and took out a small sack of bits, throwing them on the bed as she walked into her closet. Near the back, behind a number of dresses that hadn’t been in style for at least a century, was a simple looking chest of drawers,where she kept her more… personal items.

Pulling open the drawer, she pulled out a pair of panties and a bra, but after a moment’s thought she put them back. Instead she took out a pair of yoga pants that had gone out of style, but at the moment she didn’t care. She pulled them up over her large ass, feeling the fabric strain against the cheeks as the waistband snapped under her dock. She followed it up with a large t-shirt for a band that had broken up before most of her guards were born, it went over her head and was stretched out over her breasts. While it might have been a double extra-large, with her body it hung just above her navel, her nipples easily visible against the taut fabric.

The very last thing she took was a small jacket that was only useful for its pockets. Stepping back into her bedroom she paused again at the mirror, reaching up to fluff out her dyed hair before striking a pose. Her choice of outfits did a perfect job of keeping her decent while leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

“Damn, I’m hot tonight,” she said, her voice a bit deeper and breathier than before. On days like these, it was almost too easy to slip into being Sunny Days. Picking up her bits, she tucked them into her jacket, and then with a simple flick of her magic she teleported out of the castle and onto the streets of Canterlot.

With a flash of golden light, Sunny Days appeared in a familiar back alley near the red-light district. It was in the lower level of the city and was the sort of place the nobles all kept asking her to shut down, even while most of them were regular customers.

She started walking to the street, as smile on her face as her unshod hooves clicked softly along the sidewalk, while her ass swayed in an arch behind her. Naturally, she attracted the attention of almost all the stallions and mares near her. Some of them looked at her with lust, some with anger, and a few with envy. She gave them a wink and flicked her tail in their direction, enjoying their reactions.

Suddenly, one of the stallions reached out and slapped her ass, making it jiggle in her tight pants. She jumped and laughed, giving him a smile and a waggle of her finger, but didn’t stop walking. She had another goal in mind, otherwise she might have seen what else he wanted to put his hands on.

She took her time, sauntering down a number of streets before she came to her destination. Slipping down a narrow alley she vanished into the near darkness, the light from the street barely making it in-between the brick buildings. Half way down she stopped and knocked on a door that was almost lost in the shadows.

A few moments later the door opened, light falling down over her as a large griffon looked out, his eyes going wide as he saw her. “Oh, Sweet Celestia, Sunny Days has come again!” he declared with a smirk as he opened the door and motioned for her to come inside.

She gave him a smile as she walked in the door, the room on the other side brightly lit and inviting. There wasn’t much room to slip past the griffon between his large gut and her large chest, but she somehow squeezed her way through. Other than his gut he was a rather muscular man, the lines on his face and a hint of grey in his fur made him look very mature, but also give him the look of someone you shouldn’t mess with.

“You have room for me tonight?” she asked as he closed the door behind her.

“For you, I’ll make room. Head on back and get dressed, your stuff is in the usual place. I’ll come get you when you’re up,” he said, motioning back over his shoulder with one hand.

“Thanks Gregory,” she said, giving him a smile as she started walking away.

Not being one to let a moment go to waste he reached down and cupped her ass, giving it a squeeze. “It’s always good to have you here, Sunny,” he said.

She paused for a moment, allowing him to get a good feel of her plush plot, finding her tail swaying and lifting slightly before he finally pulled his hands away.

Without another word, she headed down the hallway at the far side of the room, following it past a number of doors and back to the dressing area. It was a tiny room that somehow held a dozen ponies at once, mostly mares but there were a pair of stallions there as well. They were all in different states of dress, but the clothing they had on was rather skimpy or nearly transparent. Each one turned and stared at her as she walked between them to the lockers in the back, opening the one on the far end with a small spell.

“Is that Princess Celestia?” One of the stallions gasped out. He must have been new.

She turned back and gave him a smirk. “Oh, you wish,” she replied with a flick of her tail, then pulled open the locker. Inside was her familiar makeup bag and her costume, cleaned and hung up after her last visit. Without even worrying about who was watching, she started to strip out of her clothing and put them away. It only took her a few moments to be in just her fur, and while she wasn’t looking, she knew she was being watched by all the other dancers.

Sunny gathered her costume and makeup bag, then walked over an open dressing table, taking a moment to brush against any pony that might have been in her way. With a smile on her face, she sat down and started to get herself ready for her show. The very first thing she put on was an off-white garter belt. It nearly vanished against her fur as she pulled it over her waist, the garters swaying against her hips.

Next came her stockings They were slightly pink, just enough to stand out against her fur. She rolled them over her hooves and up her legs enjoying the soft silky material as it pressed down against her fur. She clipped the tops to the garters and gave them a slight pull to make sure they were in place. After that was a pair of golden-orange panties, almost the same color as the sunset. She pulled the fabric up over her stocking covered legs until it sat snug against her crotch. Her bra was a slightly lighter shade of gold and came up just over the top of her nipples, keeping them hidden while still offering a hint of her areolas.

She then started on her makeup, beginning with her cutie mark. Carefully she added to it, refilling in the lower half to create a complete image of the sun. It wasn’t a perfect recreation of the mark everypony was familiar with, but it was close enough. A touch of magic caused it to lock in place on her fur, that way it wouldn’t smear no matter what got on it.

“I had heard stories, but I never knew that she was real,” some pony said in a stage whisper.

Sunny didn’t hide her smirk as she stretched her arms high over her head. “Oh, I’m very real, but unlike the princess, you might actually get a chance to fuck me,” she said, glancing in the mirror to see the reaction of the pony who had spoken. The mare jumped back, looking slightly shocked at the statement, but there was also a hint of lust as well.

With the makeup on her hips done, she stood up and pulled on her dress. It was long and flowing, brushing the ground just above her hooves. The white silky material was just on the edge of transparent, allowing hints of her undergarments to peek through. There was a slit running all the way down the side of the dress, giving glimpses of her fake cutie mark and allowing her legs to be on display with every step she took.

The rest of the makeup went on easily, adding some highlights to her face with hints of gold here and there. It gave her fur a nice shine and would make it stand out under the bright stage lights. After that came the jewelry, a number of large golden bangles that slipped around her wrists, a heavy necklace with a huge jewel that rested in her cleavage and a gaudy little crown covered with far more jewels then the real thing. She set it behind her ears, adjusting the clips to make sure it wouldn’t fall out of her mane.

Standing up, she pulled out the very last piece of her costume, a pair of fake wings that hung on her back with a little bit of magic. They wouldn’t fool anypony into thinking they were real, but that wasn’t the point.

She spun around on her hooves, making sure the dress fluttered out around her body. She placed one hand on her hips and cocked them to side, giving the other dancers in the room the most sultry look she could muster. “So, how do I look?”

“Like something I used to stroke off to as a teen,” one of the stallions said, his pants—already skin tight—were growing quite a bit tighter.

Letting out a giggle, Sunny Days tried not to smile. “So you used to jack it to the princess?”

“Who didn’t? She’s just about the hottest MILF in Equestria,” one of the mares said. “Hell, I used to wish she had a cock just so she could fuck me.”

“That is a wonderful fantasy,” Sunny replied, biting the bottom of her lip. She very rarely got to hear such things when ponies knew she was the princess, it made her happy to know that she was thought of in such ways. “Maybe we can do something about it later on,” she added, then winked at the mare before she turned and walked out of the dressing room, making sure to give her hips a bit of an extra sway, her tail sweeping across the back of her dress.

She wasn’t surprised to find Gregory waiting outside of the dressing room. The heavy griffon was leaning up against the wall, chewing on the shaft of a feather… though not one of his. He looked up as she walked over to him and gave her a smile. “You’re up in five,” he said.

“Thank you,” she replied, moving towards the entrance to the stage. There was a pair of heavy curtains separating her from the stage, one hanging behind the other. The spell on the curtains muffled the music coming from the other side, but there was enough leaking through that she would be able to hear her cue.

Gregory chucked and then gently placed a hand on the small of her back. “I’m going to give you a grand entrance.”

“You always do,” she replied.

He stepped away from her, but not before reaching down and grabbing her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. It made her laugh, using the back of her hand to muffle it in case it somehow leaked through the curtain and onto the stage.

Sunny waited by the doorway, listening to the music swell to a grand end before falling silent as the audience cheered. A few moments later, the curtain parted and a stallion walked through, a bundle of clothing in his arms. Unlike many of the other men in back he was rather heavy set with quite a bit of jiggle to him. Though a quick glance down told her exactly why he was so popular. He might be worth finding later if nothing better came up.

She stepped up closer to the curtain, holding it just a hair open with her fingers, enough to let more sound leak through. She could hear the din of the crowd around the stage as the lights dimmed to be almost pitch black. A moment later some generic music began to play as Gregory started speaking at the top of his rather impressive voice. “Mares and Stallions! Ponies, Yaks and Griffons, and even that Changeling that’s hiding in the back. We have a very special show for you tonight, a surprise appearance just for you. The one, the only, the infamous… Princess Molestia!” he bellowed out the last two words, adding a few more syllables to the middle.

There was a moment of silence as his words sank in, before the audience exploded into a huge cheer that shook the roof. It brought a smile to her face as the music changed to a techno remix of The Grand Procession of the Princesses. Grabbing the curtains, she threw them open, trotting out onto the stage the same moment that the stage lights snapped back on.

The stage was about twenty feet long and five feet wide and the edges were lined with lights all pointed inwards. At the end towards the audience was a stripper pole, just waiting to be used. The bright lights made her dress glitter as she walked the length of the stage, smiling out at the audience who was losing their minds cheering for her.

Once she reached the end of the stage, she positioned herself to stand in front of the pole and motioned for the audience to quiet down. It took a few moments for them to fall silent, the music following suit. She took in a deep breath and thrust her chest out a bit, her hard nipples visible through the fabric.

“I am happy to see so many of my little ponies here tonight, all to worship their princess,” she said with a smile, then winked at a mare near the front of the audience.

This brought a cheer from the crowd.

“Of course, it would be wrong of me not to give every single one of my ponies complete access to their beloved princess,” she declared, as she reached up and lifted the necklace over her head, dropping it in a small cubby by the front of the stage.

“So, you can all take your fill of me tonight!” she yelled out, then leaned back against the pole. She reached up over her head to grab the pole, and in one move lifted her body into the air with just her arms. Slowly she lifted her legs up over her head, flashing her orange panties at the audience as her hoof brushed against the metal.

Sunny wrapped her legs around the pole, closing them tight and letting go with her hands. The weight of her body caused her to side slowly towards the floor, her body pressed against the pole, right between her breasts, which were almost resting on her chin. The dress was hanging around her, falling down over her head, showing her ass and stockings. Her hair hung down to puddle on the floor below her.

With a twist of her hips she caused herself to spin around the pole as the music came back to full volume.

As she neared the ground, she put her hands out, resting them on the stage before releasing the pole from her legs. With a twist of her body she dropped down to her knees, then came back up onto her hooves. Grabbing the pole, she started to spin around on it, moving gracefully and showing off her body to everyone in the room. Stretching out, she lifted one leg high over her head, spreading her legs out wider and wider until she was doing a full split against the pole. Holding the position, she spun around one more time, letting her fake wings and dyed hair flutter out behind her.

It was hard to see much of the audience from all the lights focused on the stage, but every now and then she got a glimpse of somepony watching her with stars in their eyes. A number of hands were in pants and pockets, everypony trying to hide what they were doing, and failing completely at it.

As the music picked up speed so did Sunny, spinning around on the pole and grinding her body against it. She would sink down a bit, lifting her tail to flash her panties at the audience for a moment before standing back up. She could hear the sounds of bits being thrown onto the stage, the spells around it causing them to fall near the edge where they were out of her way. It was a wonderful sound and each clink of metal made her smile.

Slowly she began to take off her jewelry, starting with the large bangles on her arms, each one slipping off and vanishing down into the little cubby in the stage. It was a quick move done as part of her dance and was hard for the audience to catch, but every time she spun around the pole, she was wearing one less item.

With perfect timing, the very last bangle slipped from her wrist just as the first song came to an end. She wrapped herself around the pole, putting it between her and the crowd as she sank down to sit on the stage, her legs splayed out around the pole and pressing it up into her cleavage. She smiled at the audience just as the second song started, this one with a heavier beat.

Grabbing the pole in her hands, she climbed back up onto her hooves, timing her motions to the music. Once upright she moved to stand in front of the pole, starting to spin against it as she reached up to run her hands over her dress. She cast a simple spell on the material, one that caused the bottom half of the dress to fly away to the back of the stage followed by the fake wings. The now micro skirt did nothing to hide her panties and showed off her full ass to everyone watching.

The crowd cheered at this, so she turned her back to them and slowly bent down at the waist, lifting her tail to give them an even better view of her tight plot. This was followed by another cry of joy from around the stage and the sound of more bits hitting the stage.

She slowly stood back up, turning to face the crowd. With a wink, she stretched her arms high above her head, thrusting her chest forward, letting her ample breasts strain against the fabric of her top, her hard nipples easily visible even through her bra.

With another small flick of magic, the golden aura almost invisible under the stage lights, she undid the clasp at her neck that held the dress in place. The wispy fabric started to fall, fluttering around her body and down to the floor, settling around her hooves and leaving her in just her panties and bra.

A moment later the second song came to an end. In the momentary silence she could hear the sound of the audience’s joy plus the tinkling of bits hitting the stage. The third song of her set started up, this one with a lot of horns and a heavy beat, like something right out of a porno soundtrack.

Lowering her arms, she started running her hands over her huge breasts, pressing them together as she teased her nipples through her bra. She bent forward a bit, showing off miles of cleavage just as a well thrown bit sailed through the air and landed right between her tits.

Sunny couldn’t help but laugh at that, jiggling her breasts at the crowd as she leaned far enough forward for the bit to roll down her cleavage and fall to the floor. She let her eyes lock on one stallion near the front of the crowd and licked her lips, seeing just how much of a bulge he had hidden in his pants.

Swaying her hips in time with the music, she strutted around the stage as her hands rubbed against her breasts, then slowly slide around to her back. She turned around, arching her back as she started to undo the hooks on her bra, each one popping free in time with the beat as well as the cheers from the crowd. When the last one was free, she slipped her arms out of the straps, using her hands to hold the stuffed cups in place against her chest.

She glanced over her shoulder at the crowd, giving them a lusty smile as she slowly turned around and leaned forward so far that she was in danger of falling over. She gave them a moment of anticipation before she pulled her hands away, allowing her bra to fall free and letting them all see her breasts in their full glory. Her thick nipples were rock hard, each one the size of a pony’s thumb and jutting almost half an inch in front of her.

Grabbing her breasts, she started rubbing at them, teasing them with her hands as she stood up while swaying her hips with the music. Sunny wasn’t really dancing anymore, more gyrating in place, not that anyone cared at this point. She lifted one breast up, leaning her head down to suck on her own nipple, teasing it with her teeth for a few moments. She could hear moans coming from the crowd, their lust growing by the moment. They weren’t alone, all of the attention was getting her unbearably hot.

One hand dropped down to rub at her crotch through her panties. The orange fabric started to darken as her own arousal soaked into them. She wished she could pull them off, give the audience every bit of the show they deserved, but even this place had limits… but she could push them. She started to stroke her cleft through the fabric, pressing it up against the damp folds, making it clinging to the shape of them. Her large clit was easily visible against the fabric as she teased it with her thumb.

Sunny started to sink down to her knees, one hand working her breasts, the other rubbing at her pussy, both in time with the music. The music itself was growing stronger as she landed on her knees, washing out the sound of her own lustful moans. Her legs spread outwards to pull the panties ever tighter against her crotch and leaving nothing to the imagination.

With a grand crescendo the music came to an end, just in time for her own moans to echo through the strip club. A moment later the audience started to clap and stomp while more bits rained down on her and the stage. The whole club seemed to shake from the force of it.

Sunny herself shivered in pleasure, almost climaxing from just the attention, but holding herself back for the moment. Instead she pulled her hands away, panting heavily, a shiver of pleasure rolling down her back, her hidden wings flexing against her disguise. Slowly, she pulled herself back to her hooves and gave a small bow before collecting the parts of her costume, then made her way backstage.

She passed the next dancer at the curtain, a dragoness with enhanced breasts and a number of piercings. “They’re ready for you,” she told the woman with a wink. Sunny slipped back through the curtain, but not before the dragoness slapped her ass with the tuft of her tail.

Panting, she fell back against the wall, the heat of her arousal still burning deep inside of her. She wanted to take a few minutes to cool down before going back and changing. It wasn’t much longer after that that Gregory was back at her side. “That was a good show,” he said.

“Thank you,” she replied, having to fight to keep from playing with herself.

The big griffon smiled at her. “Are you interested in a private dance?”

She perked up, those always had the potential to be fun. “What sort of private dance?” she asked. There were a couple different ones that somepony could get if they had the bits.

“A 500 bit kind,” he answered.

Sunny Days couldn’t help but smile at that. That wasn’t one of the private dances the club officially offered, but it was also the best kind. “Fuck yeah!”

He chuckled and patted her on the shoulder. “I thought as much. Get changed and head back to room four, he’ll be along in a few minutes.”

Leaning forward, she gave him a slight kiss on the top of his beak then hurried back to the dressing room. She put away her stage costume, replacing it with a dress that hugged her curves, though only came down to the edge of her cutie mark, the curve of her ass just peeking out under the hem. The dress was matched with a set of panties and a bra that were about two sizes too small for her, forcing her breasts to overflow out of the top of the cups. It made the flesh bulge in all the best ways. After putting her jewelry back on and touching up her makeup, she went into the back area of the club where the private rooms were.

Hooves on Leadership

Room four was near the back of the building, far enough away from the front room of the club to ensure privacy no matter how loud things got. The room itself was small, with a couch large enough for two ponies to lay on, as well as a well-padded easy chair. Everything was well kept and clean, with no signs of past use. One of the walls and the ceiling was mirrored, the rest were colored in various shades of dark gray and black.

She dropped down onto the couch, crossing her legs and stretching her arm across the back, wondering what sort of pony she was going to be putting on a ‘show’ for. This was one of the things she loved being able to do when she was disguised as Sunny Days. There was no way Princess Celestia could go around screwing random ponies, but she wasn’t Celestia for the moment, just a busty mare who looked enough like the princess to play at being her.

A smile flashed over her face at the thought, at the same moment the door to the room opened again, allowing her partner for the night to step inside. She was surprised to see Hoity Toity coming into the room, wearing his familiar suit and sunglasses. He pulled them down to look at her with his bright blue eyes, allowing them to slowly scan up the length of her body. “Well, well, well. Princess ‘Molestia’ was it?”

She licked her lips as she gave him a nod. She had heard a few stories about the stallion and had always wondered just how many of them were true. Now she was going to have her chance. “Is that how you address your princess?” she asked in a husky voice that no one would confuse for the real Celestia’s.

Hoity chuckled a bit and dropped down to one knee, lowering his head for a moment in a short bow. “My dearest princess of lust, I humbly request to address you in person.”

“You may approach me and kiss my hooves,” she said, swaying her leg in his general direction. She had heard that he liked to grovel a bit, and she wanted to see how true it was.

Without looking up, the stallion crawled over to her. He took her proffered hoof in his hands, pulling it up and gently kissing over the surface, holding his lips there for a few moments before looking up at her. “Do I please my princess?”

“I have a second hoof,” Sunny replied, lifting the other one.

He moved his attention to it, starting to kiss along the curve of the hoof, his fingers gently stroking the frog with a light touch. He clearly knew what he was doing.

After a minute of the hoof worship, she pulled away and motioned for him to sit next to her on the couch. He quickly joined her, sitting close enough that his hips pressed up against her. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and leaned in even closer, pressing her breasts up against his arm. “So, what does a horny little stallion like you wish of me?” she asked as she ran a finger down the front of his jacket.

Hoity Toity reached up and pulled off his sunglasses, closing them and putting them into the pocket on his suit jacket. “Oh, I can think of a number of things,” he said, then reached up and grabbed her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.

With a giggle she hiked her leg up so she could spin around and sit on his lap, pressing her chest up against him while feeling his erection trapped in his pants. Leaning forward she kissed the top of his head then started to grind against him.

Letting out a growl of pleasure he reached down and grabbed her ass, squeezing both full cheeks and pulling her up against him. He started to grind back against her, his shaft straining against the material of his pants. From the feeling of his bulge, the stories about him were understated!

She wrapped her arms over his shoulders and smiled down at him. “Now, what do you want of me, my little pony? You have me to yourself for the next hour and you,” she started running her finger up the underside of his muzzle, “can do anything you want to me.”

“Oh, anything is quiet the offer,” he replied, then lowered his head and pressed his muzzle right into her cleavage. Her already bulging bra straining as he forced himself between the two huge mounds. At the same time, his hand danced up over her back to the zipper of her dress, pulling it down with a quick yank to expose her back. With nimble fingers he grabbed her bra, undoing all the hooks in less than a second. Now free of their imprisonment, her breasts spilled free around his face, almost burying him.

Finally, the stallion pulled his head free of her breasts, his usually perfectly styled mane a mess around his head. “Oh, I want these lovely tits of yours my dear. They rival the princess herself for just how firm and full they are,” he said, grabbing the front of her dress and pulling it down, allowing her breasts to finally be free. A moment later he leaned down and started to suck on one of the fat nipples.

All Sunny Days could do was grind her crotch against his, pushing the dress down to her hips to give him unfettered access to the objects of his desire. The front of her panties were once again soaked with her arousal, and it was starting to drip onto his pants. She liked what the stallion was doing to her, and didn’t want him to stop any time soon.

Hoity let the nipple slide from his lips only to move to the other one, but instead of sucking on it he started to tease the tip of his tongue along the tit, which sent a jolt of pleasure down through her body and caused her to let out a soft moan.

He looked up at that. “Oh, you like that do you?” he asked, doing it again before she could say anything and earning another moan in response. With a smirk he finally pulled the nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly on it while sinking his fingers into the soft pillowy flesh, his other hand rubbing against her free breast, teasing her free nipple between his fingers.

She let out another moan, slowing down her grinding and just pressing herself down against his crotch.

Then, without warning, he let her breast fall from his lips and pulled his hands away from her. “Lay down, I want to properly fuck that luscious rack of yours.”

With a laugh of joy, she slid off of his lap, pulling the dress off then throwing it and her bra onto the chair. She lowered herself into the dark carpet, allowing her hair to pool around her head and her tail under her ass. Slowly she stretched her arms above her head, showing off her breasts to the stallion as they rolled to each side.

Standing up, Hoity Toity gave her a smirk as he started to work at his straining pants, pulling them open with one quick move then pushing them off of his hips, leaving him in a pair of boxers the same shade of gray as his pelt. The fabric was pulled taut against his cock, teasing her with what was to come.

He wasted no time, stepping out of his pants and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of the boxers. Slowly he pushed them down, allowing them to slide over the length of his shaft before it was suddenly free, snapping up to slap against his belly. It was a very nice cock, dusky black in color and maybe a touch longer than the average stallion, but he was exceedingly thick, the fat head glistening with precum. His balls hung heavy behind the shaft, looking large and full.

“Does the princess like what she sees?” he asked, running his hand down the length of his erection.

“Oh, I very much do!” Sunny replied, licking her lips.

Hoity smirked down at her, then moved to straddle her body, slowing lowering himself down until he was sitting astride her hips. Her tight muscles took his weight easily, but it still pushed the air out of her lungs. He wiggled his hips, getting himself into place as he dropped his shaft down into her cleavage, it’s color contrasting with the white of her fur. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together around his shaft, the soft flesh enveloped his length with the head almost escaping out between the top of the soft mounds.

Placing her hands on the side of her breasts, she held them in place around his cock as he reached down to grab her waist. He gave his hips one last wiggle then started to thrust, his hips slapping against the bottom of her breasts, sending them jiggling before pulling back. Each thrust was slow and calculated as his precum soaked into her fur, giving him some lubrication. Each time he buried his shaft into her cleavage, the head popped out between the top of them like a cork in a bottle.

She couldn’t help herself, and leaned her head down to lick at the head of the shaft each time it slipped out of her cleavage. He tasted good, musky and a little bit bitter with a hint of saltiness. Her hands sank into her soft breasts, holding them tight around his cock as he started to pick up speed.

Half closing her eyes, she summoned her magic, using it to hold her breasts in place around the pounding cock. She added another small spell to cause the power to very in strength, causing the pressure to constantly change around his shaft, which made him let out a long moan. With her hands free, she reached down to grab his hips, squeezing at them while holding him against her body

“Your breasts feel as magnificent as they look,” Hoity Toity said, grunting the words out between each thrust, his balls bouncing over her belly.

“Thank you,” she replied.

He pulled one hand away from her waist, reaching back to slide it down against her crotch, rubbing his fingers against her soaking wet panties to tease her pussy. He moved his fingers in slow circles, tracing the outline of her nether lips. It must have been an awkward position for him, yet he made it look perfectly natural. Apparently being a fashion critic required being very flexible.

After a few moments of teasing, he slipped his hand into Sunny’s panties and started to stroke the damp folds of her cunt. He teased his thumb against her clit, bushing over it with the lightest of touches before starting to explore the inside of her cleft. His fingers were long and nimble, stroking inside of her even as her heavy arousal was soaking his hand.

The powerful shaft kept pounding between her tits, her magic squeezing them around the thrusting length. It was getting harder to lick the head of the shaft as he was fucking her so fast that before she could reach it with her tongue it was gone again. On the other hand, every thrust sent a fresh splatter of precum over her face.

The stallion was grunting like a racehorse, thrusting with all his might again and again even as he kept fingering her. She could feel his balls pounding against her underboobs, slapping wetly against the now sticky white fur. He wasn’t going to last much longer—she could feel the head of his shaft starting to flare in her cleavage—and that was a pity. It felt so good to have his cock between her tits.

“Oh, princess!” he gasped out, slamming his cock hard against her breasts, the head popping out and almost hitting her on the nose. It was close enough she could see the shaft shake, the head swelling wider for a moment before he came. Hot cum splattered over her face, spraying across her chin and over her nose and even spattering over her hair. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as the second blast came, which missed almost completely, instead splashing against her neck and chin, giving her a proper pearl necklace.

One final blast of cum came a moment later, this one landing right in her open muzzle and on her tongue. It was very salty, with a hint of sweetness under it-- but it was almost lost. It wasn’t that bad, but she had tasted better. Still, she slowly closed her muzzle and swallowed the load.

Letting out a pleased sigh, Sunny opened her eyes, looking up at Hoity Toity. The stallion had a smile on his face as he leaned down until they were nose to nose. For a moment it seemed like he was going to kiss her, but then thought better of it. Instead he rolled off of her with a grunt, flopping down on to the carpet next to her. He had to pull his hand out of her panties to do so, but he quickly put it back, though he was just stroking over her labia instead of fingering her.

They laid there together for a few moments, panting in time as the cum started to cool on her fur. “You were quite eager,” she eventually said.

“Thank you,” he replied. While she couldn’t see it, she was pretty sure he was smirking.

She turned her head to look at the stallion and gave him a stern look. “But for all your eagerness, I have yet to reach my own climax.”

Hoity Toity flicked his ears back slightly as a smile started to spread out over his face. “Of course, your highness,” he said. In a quick move, he rolled onto his hands and knees, taking his hand away from her crotch in the process. He quickly moved back down towards her hips, looping his fingers around the hem of her panties and without waiting for permission started to draw them down over her hips. The soaked fabric was reluctant to be removed, clinging to the folds of her sex for a few moments before slowly peeling away, exposing her nether lips to him.

The site of her most intimate areas caused him to pause. “If only I could see the real Celestia like this,” he half whispered as he moved in a bit closer, the warmth of his breath rolling over her damp lips and making her moan softly. Sunny couldn’t quite hide her small laugh at his comment, if he only knew…

Very slowly he pulled the panties down past the curve of her hips, fingers stroking over her cutie mark for just a moment before sliding them down her legs and gently pulling them over her hooves. Once free, he lifted them up to his nose, taking in a long breath of the fabric before setting them to the side.

Slowly she parted her legs, biting at the bottom of her lips as she looked at the eager stallion. “Your princess demands that you service her,” she ordered in her firmest voice.

Sitting up on his knees, Hoity looked out across her body and over her breasts. “Yes, my princess,” he said then slide down between her legs. His hands were on the inside of her hips, firmly pushing her legs further apart as he lowered his head. A moment later he flicked out his tongue and licked along the length of her slit, then teased it over her clit, causing her to squirm.

His tongue flicked out again, teasing over the edges of her pink pussy lips, touching them just long enough to give her a chill, then pulled back to run his tongue over her clit again. He moved from one side of her cleft to the other, never quite penetrating the wet folds. The touches were all light and fleeting, fanning the flame of her own desire. Every few moments he would lean in and wrap his lips around the thick nub of her clit, sucking on it for a moment and teasing the hood with the edge of his flat teeth.

Sunny reached down and ran her fingers through Hoity’s thick silver hair, stroking over the back of his head and then rubbing at the base of his ears. They flicked under her touch, like they were shying away from her even as their owner pleasured her. She kept it up, rubbing his ears until he pulled away from her clit to return to teasing her cleft. The moment he did, she shoved his muzzle against her cunt, her legs closing around his head.

He let out a yelp of surprise—which was muffled by her body—but didn’t break stride. His tongue finally slipped inside of her folds, exploring around inside of her and causing her to moan in pleasure. His hands grabbed at her hips, squeezing right over her fake cutie marks, his fingers sinking into the plush flesh.

Soon he was showing that, as the rumors said, his tongue was as skillful with cunnilingus as with words. He seemed to find every sensitive place inside of her, teasing and licking at them, making her arousal grow. He wasn’t just swirling his tongue around or lapping out the alphabet, instead he would probe and explore her pussy and every time she would twitch or moan, he would focus more on that spot.

She knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her whole body was burning with pleasure as it radiated out of her crotch to wash over her. She took one of her hands away from his head, grabbing her breast and started to rub and tease her fat tit as she squirmed on the carpet. “Oh, that’s it, just like that,” she moaned, the pitch of her voice growing higher with each passing moment.

Sensing how close Sunny was to the edge, Hoity changed how he was eating her, the light teasing growing stronger and more concentrated as he squeezed at her hips. The speed and precision seemed to grow as he seemed to be everywhere at once, almost playing her like a musical instrument.

Her climax came as a surprise even to her, exploding out of her pussy to crash down over her whole body in a single moment. She threw her head back and let out a ringing cry of pleasure, almost screaming as she came, and came hard. Her pussy spasmed around his tongue as she squirted hard over his face, soaking it with her lust. She wrapped her legs around his head, holding in him place as she bucked against his muzzle, trying to force it inside of her as her body shook in pleasure. The whole world seemed to turn white for a few moments before her climax started to ebb.

With a gasp, she fell back to the floor, her legs dropping away from Hoity Toity’s head to let him free. All she could do was pant, dizzy from the orgasm.

Hoity crawled out from between her legs, once again dropping down to lay at her side, though this time cuddling up against her. His face was soaked, the fur matted down and even his hair was sticky from her lust. He gave her a smile and licked his lips. “You are the best princess,” he said softly.

“Thank you,” she replied, reaching out to stroke his chin. A few moments later, his breathing slowed as he fell into a deep sleep. She was almost disappointed, she still hadn’t been properly fucked, but she was sated for the time being.

With a smile, she kissed him on the cheek, then got up to recover her clothing. She was about to step back into her panties when she thought better of it, instead draping them over his crotch, a little parting gift for him. Maybe it would make him brave enough to approach her when she wasn’t playing at being somepony else.

She quickly pulled the dress back over her shoulders, but only held it closed as she slipped out of the door and walked back to the dressing room, the other performers ignoring her for the time being. Once back inside, she used a wet rag to wipe the smeared makeup from her face and clean herself the best she could, though she was still soaked in the scent of sex. She redressed herself in the clothing she had arrived in before putting her makeup bag in her locker, the clothing going into the wash bag.

With a skip in her step, she waved goodbye to the other strippers and headed out the back door of the club, feeling much better than she had at the start of the night. Stepping out in the alley, she wasn’t surprised to find that she wasn’t alone.

“Gregory,” she said to the shadow next to the door.

The big griffon chuckled and lifted a cigar to his beak, taking in a long draw and letting the smoke trail out over his face. “Here’s your pay,” he said, offering out a bag full of bits.

She took the bag and opened the draw string, quickly counting them. “Thank you, and that is going to kill you someday,” she said, giving the cigar a look of distaste.

He chuckled and stepped closer to her. “You and I both know what can and can’t hurt someone like us.”

Sunny rolled her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

That made him snort. “Just how long have you been coming to my clubs, Sunny Days? It’s been at least… eighty years. I still remember when you used to parade around as the tavern wench back when I ran that inn outside of Trottingham. How long ago was that?”

She couldn’t help but smile, she hadn’t thought about that place in ages. “I’m not sure, I think that was close to five hundred years ago, or was it six?”

“Six sounds about right, princess,” he said as he took another puff of his cigar. “I hope you can stop by more often. You’ve always been good for business, and if your sister or that new princess of yours wants to take the stage, I think we can come up with something for them. Maybe Princess Full Moon, and Bookworm?”

“Maybe,” she said with a smile.

He nodded and flicked the ashes onto the ground. “I hear Discord’s staying reformed this time. Thank him for me, his little ‘curse’ has been anything but.”

She smirked and shook her head. “I will, if I ever had the chance to meet him—though I don’t know why I would ever be able to, as I’m not the real Princes.,” She couldn’t keep a straight face, breaking into a small fit of giggles. “But I’ll make sure to tell him,” she said as she composed herself. Leaning up, she gave the griffon a quick peck on the cheek before she teleported herself directly back to her quarters in the palace.

It had been a good night, and one she hoped to repeat more often. As she removed the spells that disguised herself, she wondered if she could talk Twilight into joining her on stage some night. She naturally had the sexy librarian look, and there was so much she wished to do to her. Those thoughts were still dancing across her mind as she finally drifted off into sleep.