Usually, Twilight Sparkle was so studious she read any book cover-to-cover. But she'd missed the fine print this time in her contract this time, a stipulation as a Princess that made her go wide-eyed in disbelief. “This can't be true,” she muttered to herself and scanned it over-and-over. “Why didn't Celestia, Luna, or Cadance tell me about this...?”
It appeared that anypony that performed a particularly great deed was granted a special favor from one of the Princesses. And with Soarin's recent feat, where his speed and quick wits had saved Canterlot from an attempted invasion, he'd been offered the chance to call in a his boon and selected her. She grumbled, stuffed the note into her cleavage, and stood before his house.
Taking a deep breath like Cadance had shown her, she hovered a hand over the doorbell. “Maybe it won't be so bad.”
She'd arrived in a simple blouse, miniskirt, and heels. Ringing the doorbell, the door shot open almost immediately. Soarin smiled and look her over, and she nervously beamed back with a shift of her feet. “Come on in, Princess!”
She followed him into the living room and shut the door behind her.”I tried to be punctual.”
“Much appreciated!” He wore a casual t-shirt, slacks, and shoes. Other than some Wonderbolt memorabilia his home was pretty plain but neatly kept. “Uh, I hope you don't mind that I picked you, Princess.”
“Not at all. I'm honored,” she admitted with a small blush. It wasn't entirely untrue. She considered all the other Princesses far more beautiful than her, and figured she'd be considered somewhat plain in comparison.
“Good! Well, we don't have to rush into this if you don't want. How about a pie first, Princess?” He started towards the kitchen.
Twilight wondered if that was a euphemism and shook her head. “Actually, I'd prefer to get started now.” Her heart raced, surprised at her boldness, but knew if she held back she might choke, and that wouldn't do for the Princess of Friendship!
“As you wish, Princess.” He shrugged and started towards his bedroom down the hall.
His room was also rather empty, save for a bed, a few Wonderbolt posters, and his trophies. She swallowed, aware this was the moment. She'd read a ton about sex but had never attempted it. “Foreplay first,” she said to herself and lifted her blouse over her head. She tossed it aside, her lacy black bra unveiled, which contained her average but well-shaped breasts.
Next she kicked off her heels, undid her skirt, slid it down, and stepped out of it. Her hips and bottom were similarly modest but cute, clad in lacy panties that matched her bra. She half-lidded her eyes with a smile and asked, “Want to do the honors?”
“Y-yes, Princess!” She giggled at his formality, and he unhooked her bra. The garment fell away and her handful of breasts toppled out with a bounce, topped by dark purple nipples that stiffened to erection when he brushed them with his fingers.
He sank down, hooked the band of her panties, and slid them down, exposing her shapely ass with a wobble, and the tight cleft of her pussy, which had started to inflame and moisten with his contact. Heat built up in her with an electric tingle, her body ready to be taken. He rose back up, and she kicked aside her underwear, kneeling before him.
First she unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his toned muscles which she traced with her fingertips. Sliding lower, she unzipped his pants, spotting the bulge in his boxers. She drew them down, and his cock flopped out, slapping over her face. “Uh, sorry P-”
She shushed him by dragging his erect, vein-lined member over her, nostrils flaring as she inhaled his masculine musk, making her cunt moisten further and drip down her inner thighs in need. She traced her lips over the medial ring, to the flare, and planted a delicate kiss on it, letting out a warm breath that tickled his throbbing dick, tipped in a bead of precum.
She spread her legs, her heart-shaped ass stuck out, and proceeded to take his head into her mouth. He groaned and rested a hand on her skull, and she alternated between swallowing him deeper, licking his shaft, and sucking on his testicles, which she nibbled and pulled, until all his swollen equipment was soaked in her saliva and the pre she siphoned from him.
Growing bolder, he tightened his hands into her hair, and pushed his hips. Her eyes widened a little, her face now flushed bright, but she submitted to this rougher treatment without complaint or hesitation, aware it was her place to service him.
Grunts escaped him when he sank balls deep and started to fuck her face. He pulsed in her throat, buried so deep she gagged, drool leaking down her chin. Casting his head back, he lost himself in the moment, treating her maw like nothing more than a convenient fuckhole he could savage without relent. She panted around him, tears in her eyes, her lower holes tightening.
Her tits jiggled with each thrust. He would draw back, leaving only the tip in, then slam all the way back in, her body shaking each time he impaled her throat. Spit and pre dripped down her shiny, wet breasts.
With a loud cry he cast back his head and his flare unfurled completely, lodged deep in her throat, and he fired directly into her stomach. The warm shots settled into her belly, and the excess made her cheeks swell, until the excess exploded from her nostrils and bubbled as it coated her face. He pulled out with a pop mid cumming and loosed the rest of his load all over her blushing face. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to take every last drop, which she dutifully swished and drank down.
The salty tang settled and her asshole and pussy constricted with need, a desire to be taken by this stud.
“Th-thanks Princess,” he wheezed as he started to come down. “Sorry, I didn't mean to be so rough.”
She shook her head and licked the cum that glazed her lips with a laugh. “It's fine. Mind if I take control?” He nodded with a grin to give her the go-ahead, and she pushed him onto his back, practically tearing off his clothes.
Once he was fully naked, Twilight wasted no time in swinging a leg over Soarin, straddling him. She took his cock and slapped it against her bare pussy to ready it, and he rapidly stiffened when it brushed her wet, sticky twat lips. She lifted his hands, placed one over a tit and another around a buttock, and directed him to squeeze the soft flesh which squished under his palms.
At this point she wanted this even more than him. She lined his tip up with her slit, and sunk down, whining when he skewered her completely. Her pink, moist walls were spread wide, warm and inviting, clenched around him. Her pussy juice dribbled down his cock and balls, and she flushed harder still, eyes glazed and barely open while she started to shift her hips.
She bounced atop him and her loose tits jostled about. He grunted and clenched his teeth, sinking a finger into her asshole, kneading the velvet cheek in his palm with circular motions. Their wings spread to their full span, and she rode him in desperation, raking her nails across his chest with shameless moans, worked into a sweaty frenzy while she humped him.
Wet slaps and schlicks sounded when she milked his cock with her tight pussy. Groaning, he couldn't last long, and started to pulse again. “I-I'm close, Princess!” His face strained, and his balls churned, ready to be loosed.
“Not yet,” she said and with another powerful slam grit her teeth, taking his flare into her cervix where it widened and locked directly into her womb. Magical contraceptives were easy to concoct, but she wanted the feel of what it was like to be seeded, to know through experience what she'd read in text books numerous times! “C-cum with me, Soarin!”
With another squeeze of her cunt they came with a shared cry. Her pussy lips rippled when she squirted repeatedly over his groin, and he loosed repeated shots all over the walls of her slippery womb, painted white with sticky strings that attached them and made her stomach swell out a little, certain to heavily impregnate her if she didn't take the proper potions later.
He delivered a hard swat on his Princess' ass and left a red hand print on the wobbly cheek. She mewled in appreciation, the pair continuing to loose themselves, twisting and writhing in shared ecstasy.
When they finished she toppled upon him, his cock still embedded in her womb, which sloshed with their mixed juices. She met his lips in a long, drawn out kiss, wishing that she'd tried this much sooner rather than just reading and fantasizing about it.
"We'll have to do this again sometime, Princess." She snuggled up to him, satisfied.
