Freeze Frame Bonus

by Vis-a-Viscera

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Sex, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Human, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Self Insert
Length: 9517

Your binge-watch of FIM episodes just turned into Take-Home-A-Celestia Day. What's a lucky guy to do but screw?

So you've got an hour to kill before work. Of course you elect to shoot the breeze on this sunny day by watching some episodes of Friendship is Magic that prominently feature the Princess of The Sun. So much so that you notice Celestia's sticking on the screen even after the fade to black. And that she's looking to get out of this TV and onto your stiff dick. Why, who are you to keep a Princess from what she craves?

Pic credit goes to Dragk. Commission credit for this fic goes to CrypticMetaphor.

Also, happy belated 10th anniversary, Friendship is Magic!

WARNING: ♫ Celestia you're so damn sweet though ♫ I wanna know if you've a shining for my meat though ♫ In terms of packages you're so complete though ♫ And when we climax I press repeat though ♫

Published 2020-10-12 19:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-10-12 19:00:00 UTC

Always Meet Your Heroines

Author's Note

KINK WARNING: F/M ♦ Oral ♦ Anal ♦ Interspecies ♦ Self-Insert ♦ Mane-Pulling ♦ Cunnilingus ♦ Orgasm Denial ♦ WIngplay ♦ Rough Sex ♦ Teasing ♦ Creampie ♦ Ass/Cock Worship

Thanks to SweetBanana and ArDee for pre-reading/editing!

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Always Meet Your Heroines

“TWILIGHT SPARKLE!”

At that moment, my heart thrummed in joy. How long was it since I saw anything as commanding as Princess Celestia? This was a great way to leave an impact on a Season 2 episode, in all her wonderfully curvy splendor. And it'd be like that for the rest of the episodes on this DVD, if I got through them all before - hold on, checking the clock - 6:59 AM, so about an hour. Room for three more before the bus.

In case you’re just watching, it might be time to put out a few pointers. It’s been about, say, three years that I’ve been in this nice sunny suburb: it’s bustling, ready to grow, much like me. Three since I heard wind of this amazingly vivid show My Little Pony - yeah, fellow brony incoming, lock the doors, hide the actual age demo for it. (Ratings are bullshit, anyway; the lessons from these are freakin’ timeless.) Two years since I started collecting figurines of Celestia, the co-ruler of this show’s setting. On that front, I - and her legs - could go on for days.

And one year since I got a job in the area I scored those figures in, and a crew of friends good enough to set me up with the entire second season. Special features included, they added. It took a month and two mystery sites to even get this, it's that rare.

And it certainly showed in every redefined pixel. Every shot shown of these little ponies, their every flash of magic, the curves of Celestia as she stood over everypony else like a majestic swan. Especially when the light bounced just right off her perfectly formed g-

Know what, that’s enough about me. Still, though, I couldn’t believe I got a chance to look through this again!

I suppose that a Twilight Sparkle or Princess Luna gets you at the start of the series, yeah. But when one gets older, how does Princess Celestia not appeal to you? She’s like the Martian Manhunter of My Little Pony. Wisdom brought by loss to go along with the wings brought by alicornhood. The willingness to leave power in the hands of the trustworthy. The ability to be both soft and hard with those she loves, at all the right times?

Okay, I think I’m waxing a bit too poetic here.

But seriously, it’s so easy to get lost in Celestia, in all the right ways. Her talk with the Cakes in A Bird in the Hoof, her willingness to go down fighting in Canterlot Wedding… Well, the moment I just saw of her shutting down Twilight’s inadvertent riot in Lesson Zero. It’s like she shows how well emotional control works.

Sheesh, I wish my boss had her graciousness.

This is why I was scouting my watch as the last moments of At the Gala petered out. I knew I was cutting it close, but I had to catch the bus this time. No need to give ol’ Sandpaper-Chin a reason to yell at me in two hours.

Chuckling at seeing Celestia show her softer side in the friendship letter fiasco, I paused the clip. Once again, the TV was frozen on Celestia, standing majestically as always. For now though, I was at a good enough spot to get the bowl of oatmeal dregs clean before continuing.

Right into the kitchen, I went, and I made a beeline for the sink. The harsh gurgling of water reminded me of how I might need to get a plumber soon. And a mop, considering how the fast and furious spray narrowly missed going into my face. Still, after that initial flurry, cleaning went on as normal. It reminded me glumly of my boss’s motor-mouth, and that I’d have to labor under it in an hour’s time.

Finishing up, I took a step back - and nearly banged my head on the rack of pans over the sink. I didn’t give it a second look as I floated back to the main room. There were only a couple of episodes left on the disc in my Xbox - I’d have to cram them if I wanted to get through them before I caught the bus to work.

Back in front of the TV I went. The screen was all black again; probably in the middle of resetting to the episode or main menu. I knew I’d taken too long at the sink. Ah well, no skin off my end.

Flicking a button on the game remote, I was met with Celestia’s smiling face. Far from any moment I remembered in the episode, but hey; that was why I was revisiting this. No better way to refresh it than hitting START and letting the good times of MLP roll again.

Wait.

I blinked. So did the Celestia in front of me, her mouth turned into an ‘O’ of shock.

Man, way to put the deja vu on me. I whistled; even the special features on these DVDs were blowing my mind. “Gonna tell my friends about this later.” Probably over a round of Them’s Fightin’ Herds.

“I agree.”

NOW, my mouthful of milk was being sprayed at that TV screen in shock. And the Celestia on that drenched screen recoiled. My mind was on a different issue however. “Wait, Princess, you can hear me?” I bellowed.

“Indeed I can,” said TV-Celestia. “It seems like you’re in as unexplainable a dilemma as me.” Waving a forehoof to me, she smiled grandly. “Hello there, dear stranger.”

Weakly, I waved back. “...Hello.” Grabbing a cloth off my table, I scrubbed at the screen, certain it’d break the trick clearly playing on my mind. When ten circular sweeps of that towel did nothing but make Celestia’s eyes follow it until she stumbled dizzily, I slumped back.

Anything this precise and this limited wasn’t a delusion. Somehow, Princess Celestia was in my TV now. And however this happened, she was at much of a loss to explain it as I was.

“I assume you know of me already, considering your first line of inquiry. Would you mind telling me how you got where you were?” Her hoof went to her lip, in a way I’d consider cute if my brain wasn’t in overdrive right now. “I know that you’re human, but you’re none I recognize.”

I pouted at the screen. “I… live here. This is my house.”

“Oh!” Celestia added. “Well, it’s really nice. Do you have anything you want to ask of me while you wait?”

My mind scrambled for an answer. My first thought was that it was a prank, but that went out immediately. If my friends or anyone in this apartment had that much tech savvy I wouldn’t be the house they gathered at just to play gave.

“So… how did you get here?” You’re asking a pile of electrons how it got there, now.. But I was curious. Probably too much for my own good.

Thankfully, Celestia was happy to oblige. “Well, after with another pony of mine - a student, in fact - we were about to refine her teleportation spell. Twilight thought she could modify it to get more warnings from her future selves. I offered to try out one of her experiment teleportation spells while she was gone, one she used from the dust of one of the Siren gems. It… well, it put me here.” Celestia stood up straighter. “And it seems I cannot escape. I suppose nothing on our end could free me?”

My heart throbbed in anticipation. But it cooled over the realization of just how futile it’d probably be for me to fix this problem. “Not unless I break the screen, and… well… the TV is expensive.”

“I see. What is a TV?”

My heart sank at that. Oh right. Of course, Celestia wouldn’t know. “Well… it’s a box we power up to show images. Usually, it's stuff we record in front of other TVs, but sometimes… well, it captures moments as they’re happening.”

“Ah.” Several stiff taps of her forehoof on the glass only made her end of the boundary ripple. Nothing else. “Well, let us see if I can make it into your world.” Celestia's smile grew wide. “And we can work on it from there.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I asked, slowly looking around. It was early, my friends were on a two-week-long vacation, this was the last day of work before hurricane season rolled in - yup, I was alone. “Probably no better time for you to... be here than this.”

“Well, to pass the time until I can think of a spell…” she went on. “Is there anything else you want to know of my world?”

I almost said no. Holy hell, I nearly did. But then I realized: holy cannoli, there were so many spaces - not just between episodes, but in them - that she could provide clarity to. And so I cleared my throat.

Good fuck, how I dreaded not having a computer nearby; that fanfiction site based around My Little Pony would give life-bearing limbs for this opportunity.

“... and I can’t tell you why on that front, but even Discord doesn’t talk about that relative of his much!”

I laughed along with Celestia, scrawling the last of my notes into a binder. For now, most of my questions about Equestria were okay. But I couldn’t forget that the peak of several questions was punctuated with Celestia putting a new spell. Despite how colorfully they lit up the screen, none of them had worked so far.

And she was getting impatient. Frustrated, even. That had to be the reason for why her face was getting rosier on every failed spell, right? “Are you sure I can't help you with something?” I asked her.

“I don’t think so. From what you’ve let slip, I’m the one with the magic. Plus, it’s what got me in here - I’m certain it’ll get me out. Though, if you’ve magic of your own, don’t hesitate to let it out.” Moistening her lips, Celestia'seyes swung downward in what I thought was shame. “I can see your magic might stem from a different place, but it’d be welcome all the same.”

“Huh?” I thought I was clear on the whole ‘here there be no magic part’. Hell, could she probably think I stash a horn?

Then my eyes went downward, and I swear you could fry an egg on my face. Then skewer it on the far-too-stiff tentpole prodding against my pants. Awkward didn’t begin to describe it.

“W-what?! No, Princess!” I scrambled for more cover and found none. Even the towel I had was so fuzzy it’d just draw more attention to the morning wood - yes, that's what we’re calling it - between my legs. “I swear, it’s just from…f from…” Seriously folks; most of the blood in my body’s not at my brain, as Celestia could plainly see. I’m not that quick-thinking.

“Oh, don’t worry, kind stranger,” Celestia tittered, her laughter somehow reassuring instead of taunting. “Nopony else from Equestria is here to see how... endowed you are.“ Why did that sound so self-assured coming from Celestia?

Eventually, I meekly sat there. No use hiding it now. “Okay, so… yeah. I suppose I have the… hots for you?” Even the sound if it was weird. Could you even imagine me getting off on the sight of a horse princess? Hell, fucking a horse princess?!

Apparently, I may not have been the only one. “Why not? Nopony should be afraid of fantasies… or fulfilling them,“ Celestia cooed, her half-lidded eyes seeming to peer into my soul at that point.

I’m certain my jaw was tunneling a path to Tartarus now, it was so open. “Wait, what?” I gasped.

“Like me, for example. I want to get out of this ridiculous barrier and meet you. You’re quite an accepting individual… and quite an attractive one too.” Probably shouldn‘t feel so proud of a pony princess calling me attractive. But I could see the rosy tint of my blush on the TV, clear as day.

“I only wish I could help you.” What else could I say?

Celestia paced before the screen again. “But, maybe I can treat you to a show. To help stir your creative juices…” Then she turned away for me. “And mine.” There was that airy purr again.

“Sure. But… not sure what you could do from there.“ I told myself my turning away from Celestia was to get some fresh air, maybe even to get a drink.

But my footsteps only took me to the fridge to collect some ice cubes from the dispenser. Pressing them to my forehead did nothing but numb my hand and mind.

“Oh, no worries. I know what I have to show will be well appreciated,” came the tinkling voice from my dining room. Thankfully my shirt didn’t catch the dripping water, jet-black as it was. I looked disheveled enough.

Stepping back into the room, I readied myself to ask more questions of the TV-trapped Princess. What I saw plastered against that screen, however, made the cubes drop from my hands. The several wet plaps they made on the rug didn’t even register in my mind.

Celestia had pushed herself against the TV screen again; like her spells did to little effect before. But it was a very different part of her this time; her pillowy rump. And right between those plump cheeks of hers, to my eternal surprise, was… the puffiest pussy I’d ever seen. I didn’t even know if it was the screen or something else that did it, but it was so shiny and slick.

My throat went dry immediately.

“Well. Any juices of yours stirring?” she throatily asked.

I couldn’t answer; not while I was Xeroxing that shapely ass to memory. My eyes silently trailed over the inviting dip of her cheeks. The curly rays of her cutie marks as they smushed against the glass. Even the way both cheeks swelled as they bulged toward me.

Wait.

I looked lower, Herculean as the effort was. Her handles were perfectly still. But her ass was somehow ballooning around the glass, edging toward me as she let out a low purr. And I could see the slight sparks curling at the sides on my screen.

Suddenly, my voice returned. I had to let the princess know of this!

“Celestia! Your… your ass!” Again, still at-attention down there, still blood-starved up here. Sue me.

But she wasn’t listening anyway. Her eyes were too closed and her moans too loud to see me point to her boundary-breaching ass. Side note: holy hell, was that how it normally proportioned in my world?

Nevertheless, I had to give Celestia a wake-up call. So I jabbed my finger into that squishy rump.

Celestia leaped forward, the screen snapping back to normal. Staring wide-eyed at the screen, realization started piecing itself together in the alicorn’s mind.

“Wait. Did that… disrupt this barrier? Between you and me?” she asked.

“Y-yeah, apparently!” I said. My breaths came out as heavy as hers. My heart throbbed in its cage at the thought that holy shit I was so close to seeing an alicorn pop into my world ass-first.

“Oh. Well, my wonderful stranger…” I swear, did Celestia’s voice always sound this hypnotic? Or was it me being so close? To her and orgasm both. “Clearly, I can make quite an impression in your world.” Chewing her lip, Celestia went on. “Then let us see if your Princess can push past the problem this time.”

I crossed my hands together, kneeled in front of the TV and waited, my eyes full of this amazing alicorn. I still didn’t know if I’d lost it or if this was a dream.

But as Celestia braced her shiny gold hooves on the glass barrier, I knew I never wanted to wake up.

Again, Celestia pushed at that barrier, that pearly glow washing over her body again as she strained. I heard several moans this time too, rich and rapturous as her chest pushed against the glass. She was close enough that I could see the goosebumps push lightly underneath her fur.

But again, her efforts to get through to me were rewarded; she clearly felt the barrier give and a grin cross her muzzle... For me, I could see the results. Once again, that glass bent around her forehooves like clamshell wrap. And again, her body’s dimensions shifted. Her gold-covered hooves were once tiny against the glass, but as thick as my thigh when it squirmed past.

I didn’t even know my fists were pumping in support of Celestia, it was so subconscious on my part. But Celestia grinned - attentive as ever - as she saw me happy. “Thank you s-so much for your patience!” she grunted, pushing harder against the TV’s edge. "Hold on, kind soul, I’m coming...”

A stray thought flashed in my mind of hearing Celestia say that last sentence in a far different context. With a lot more sweat on her brow, and far closer to me. I slammed that notion back into my brain with all the subtlety of a steamroller. It wasn’t the time for that.

Not with Equestria’s co-ruler now halfway into my dinky little home.

The TV’s screen fizzled and sparkly vividly around Celestia’s barrel as she wiggled her hips, trying to get more of her past that snug square. Her hooves were projected out just enough to brush against the thick rug, with only a couple of feet separating our faces. Holy fuck, I want to touch her. If only to help her out of that prison.

Why aren’t you?

Don’t know where that idea blazed into my head, but as I mulled it over, I couldn’t find a reason not to. I was about to literally come face-to-face with my favorite pony, my idol - a chance few people ever fathomed, let alone got. And here I was watching her plump rump wedged against the threshold of my own TV, wiggling futilely as she tried to meet me!

All this effort from her, and I was just sitting here like a dolt! Why wasn’t I helping Celestia?

Well, it was time to start. To hell with it possibly being a dream.

Celestia and I yelped as one as I stood up and wrapped my arms around her from above. It wasn’t just from surprise; as my fingers knotted just under her barrel, I finally felt what she did. The sensation of the warped coating around her - my own TV’s screen - buzzed against my skin like fireflies. Her colorful mane softly massaged my chest, so close that I could lose myself in it. Yet just underneath her, it was so warm, and not just from some electrical current.

It took me a minute to realize; it was her heartbeat.

At that point, I needed to see her free. Back returned that childlike glee I had at unwrapping an MLP action figure - like the twelve of her in different dresses on my dining room arch. Without thinking, I pulled backward - fast and hard.

With an ear-rending ca-clap, the glass wrapped around Celestia lost its grip on her at last. Celestia fell forward onto me as the barrier snapped away from her, my TV returning to normal dimensions. The pony that I just pulled from it, however, was far from what I imagined.

Just above me, Celestia actually felt even better. Her fur felt like butter and feathery down at the same time, slick with a thin layer of sweat. Perfume too, now that there was no glass around her to keep that scent from stirring in my nostrils. Soon, her brilliant eyes widened in surprise as she realized just where she was. And who she was atop of.

“Oh my, I didn’t know we’d- hold on!” A roll of her hips later, and she was off me at last. My lungs rapidly swelled with air now that she had freed them. “There. Are you okay, dear?” she asked.

I could only goofily grin at this. I hadn’t even known my breath had been taken away for so long. But then again, I thought as I saw her rise before me, this wonderful alicorn’s always done that.

As I stood to meet her, I drank her in. Even though she only came up to my chin, her taut muscle and radiating aura made her look like a titan. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned every inch of me, curiosity, and amazement behind every sweep.

“Well...” I didn’t miss that hitch in her voice. “I’m quite surprised. All these strange gadgets and devices around you... did you make all of them yourself?”

“N-no.” I stammered. My tongue felt like a two-ton weight in my jaw. “Why would you think that, ma’am?”

Celestia’s head cocked curiously. "Oh, it's just that I couldn’t help but notice you certainly look like you’ve done... a lot of heavy lifting.” My cheeks burned as I realized just what parts of me she’d been eyeing up. Me, embarrassed about my physique, in front of my idol. I’d dig a hole in my floor and crawl into it if it wouldn’t jack my insurance premiums up.

“Sure, yeah. The… restocking at Amazin’ Heroes keeps me like this.” Hey, don’t knock it; it’s good money.

“Well, If not to arrange this room…” Celestia’s eyes focused on it. “I suppose it must be for someone else?” She took a tentative step toward me. “Somepony else, perhaps?”

“Wait, a second!” Up went my hands. “W-who says it was about you?” But I couldn't keep away the sight of Celestia’s round rump pushed against my screen. I couldn't keep my ears from twitching in remembrance of the lewd squelch of her pussy parting against the glass like taffy.

Then Celestia’s giggles broke me out of my stupor. “Oh, don’t worry. I know you’ve got your own tasks to handle.” Then her pursed lips narrowed slyly. “Still, it is very cute that you do so much in remembrance of me..”

“I mean…” Then, the flurry of praise broke out and I couldn't stop it. “I mean I didn’t even know ponies could come into this world, and yet you’ve found a way, and I’ve always wanted to actually meet you, and I don’t even know what to ask-”

Celestia’s golden hoof slowly closed over my babbling mouth. It was tingly around the horseshoe, warm under the frog of her hoof. I actually shivered under that feeling. Was that wrong? Better question: did it even matter?

“Fear not, young one,” Celestia smoothly replied. “You’re clearly as surprised by this development as I. It’s okay to be such, as first. It’s what you do after that counts.”

She was right. Usually was, in these cases.

I took three deep breaths, then stumbled back into the kitchen. It wasn’t a long trip, but I was still surprised by how easily Celestia navigated the tight halls of my house. She was almost invisible as she moved behind me, her golden horseshoes near-silent on the tile of my kitchen floor.

“I don’t know, Celestia,” I said. “I mean, all that stuff I said about being wholly open…”

“Yes?” she asked.

“Well, that was just to pass the time, yeah?” Geez, once all the other obvious questions went out, that was what was left? Asking the ruler of Equestria - a land apparently realer than I thought - if she was as gobsmacked by me as I was by her?

But I couldn’t help it. All this time, through my slogs in life, she was my only bright spot. In many, many ways. It’s petty, I know, but I needed to know - if only to get the confidence to go further with her.

Celestia giggled lightly again, finally striding around to face me. “Oh, of course.”

Relief, sweet relief, surged through me like syrup. “Well, then aren’t you worried about getting back? Surely you don't’ want to spend time with me in some ratty apartment.”

“On the contrary.” Celestia’s head nudged under my chin, bringing me up from my view of the floor. “I’ve many ways to get back to my world. This one, most prominently of all.” One of her hooves pointed to her long horn, the tip still sparking brightly. “But I won’t do so just yet.“

“So what, got you hooked, then?” I dared not dream of it being me.

Celesta lifted a hoof to her lips as she finished. Then she stepped back and sweet shit how did she look even better in natural light then MLP light? “Knowing of a place that has somehow recorded our exploits - and of one generous enough to bring me into that world? That's why I’m staying, for a short spell. It's so great to see so many learn from our example, varied in their success as they are.” Her eyes swept up to the ceiling. “After all, we’re all fallible. The only way we escape that is together. As friends.”

I know of only two words in response to that. “You’re… right.” Suddenly I actually felt a lot bolder. I was the first contact to the leader of a (relatively) alien civilization. and she was understanding and generous beyond my wildest dreams. ”Happy to know I fit the bill.”

“You freeing me from that strange TV cinched it, yes,“ Celestia added. “Plus, you’ve taught me so much about this new world. Like how I’m apparently a culinary icon here.”

Huh? My eyes filled her trajectory to just bride the sink. What is she talking-

Then my widening eyes locked onto what Celestia had noticed: a white-painted skillet with the looping curl of adoration at its handle. An attachment that was a replica of Celestia’s tail.

Holy. Shit. I couldn’t rush to dump that into the sink fast enough. “Holy-Sorry, Princess! I swear that was just-”

“Oh, don’t throw that away on my part.” A bemused smirk spread across her maw as I turned to face her. “Again, I’m certain it's creation brought you joy. That’s all that should matter.”

Okay so yeah: a frying pan literally color-coded to the Princess’s coat and mane. That was a gag gift. Shut it.

Do you normally stack gag gifts proudly on your kitchen cabinet?

Means you too, mini-me.

“Well, just… forget about that, please,” I sighed, the vibration calming my heart again. “I meant it when I said I just wanted to meet you.” Even if any chance for anything following that was as far down the drawing as the dregs of my breakfast now. “My house is yours. If you need anything, just ask.”

“Perhaps a request is in order then.” Again, the feather-light clips of her hooves on my floor rebounded in my ears. “A simple one, in fact.”

“Shoot.” The hoofsteps came to a stop and heard her suck in a breath in confusion. “I mean, go on.” Seriously. So wonderful a place Equestria is.

However, I may have missed some MLP episodes of my own, considering what Celestia asked myself. “Well, how eager are you to follow up on your claim? The one about how you could go all day.”

The impish mischief written on her face was so blatant, it hit me like a wrecking ball. “Celestia! I mean... “ Like, how does one answer that? Celestia, the ever-innocent silky smooth voice of Equestria, was - propositioning me?

Once again, Celestia’s bemused mood helped put me at ease. “As I recall, you offered up that possibility. And since I’m certain it’d be a shock to the world to see a talking magical pony stroll among them, you'll have to bring the experience of being… human... to me, then.” She stepped back, and I found my head craning ever so slightly before I caught myself. I wish I could claim it was just to ensure I heard her, and not to lose that lotus-rich perfume billowing off her. “As a favor, of course. I would never want you to do anything you would be comfortable with.”

That did bring a good question though; was I okay with this? Goodness, it even felt like a cliché in reverse, the alien pony - no, Princess Celestia - asking meto probe her. But every one of the Equestria diarch’s words came flooding back to me, overloading my senses for that brief second.

At that moment I knew - I had to at least try. However awkward it might be, not taking full advantage of what this gracious princess would be even more unforgivable. “Y-yeah. I did promise that, didn’t I?” If my shaky tone put off Celestia, her twinkling eyes didn’t show it. “If you want to do this - I mean, it might be a scandal in your world if you somehow ended up-”

“Pregnant? Far from, my friend,” Celestia tittered. Goodness, so blunt and yet so disarming! “Perhaps it may even steer the future episodes in a new direction. Think nothing of it.” Suddenly her grin turned sultry. “The joy my sister and student would have. The satisfaction about knowing all the fun behind raising an alicorn-made child. And… the possibility of more.”

“It… might not floss out that way.” Had to be careful about stating this. If this retroactively knocked parts of the greatest cartoon I’d seen… ”Our knowledge of your tales… only proceeds to a certain point. If you... do conceive, it might be in secret.” And one that the Mane 6 does find out for decades, I didn’t add.

“Splendid. Then it really will be our secret! And I could show her progress to you without fear!” She moved to the side, allowing me to continue on past her.

“But-”

“Now, none of that. If it were so damaging to history, wouldn’t our meeting already have reflected it?”

I stole a look back at my DVD, the tv she’d popped from just minutes ago. It didn’t look like it was about to disappear or alter anytime soon. Maybe this would be between us?

“I guess...?” Dumbly, I nodded in approval. I mean, Celestia’s from the land with time-travel magic. She’d be the expert on this, not me. Right?

Celestia sure thought so. “Then let’s begin. I adore finding out just how capable those willing to let me in their homes are.” As I edged my way past her, her voice dropped a little. “Besides, our tumble before gave me quite the preview for today.”

I could have asked how often she made a habit of doing this. But my attempt to inquire ended on a yelp as her hoof bounced playfully off my left ass cheek. The denim behind my ass provided little cover. Again, Celestia giggled as I whirled to face her.

I didn’t even know it was possible, but I was getting more attracted to Celestia by the second. But once again, I couldn't tell her. Mainly because that slap had also made me so suddenly stiff that my mind was a hot mess. Yet, as her eyes and mine trailed down to that stiff dick of mine tenting my pants, I knew it wouldn't be answered here anyway. She asked for action on my part - I had to deliver now.

Stiffly swiveling around again, I plodded upstairs, followed by the mirthful mare I was apparently going to be screwing.

The first thing that I noticed was the alarm clock on it, the red analog numbers blurring as it told me it was 8:00 AM. Thankfully, as I reached for it, a soft white glow wrapped around the device, bringing it right up to my finger. I turned back to Celestia, and she awaited my action. One snooze-button hit later, and the ear-bleeding whine of my clock stopped.

Hopefully it didn’t kill the mood. “Yeah, tends to be a bit loud - I tend to be a heavy sleeper...” I offered.

“Well, then," came a luxurious purr to my side I barely recognized as Celestia’s. “I trust I can keep away those dastardly sheep today.”

I might really need to let Celestia know those sheep were metaphorical. Maybe tomorrow. Because at this moment, she stood on her hind legs to wrap her forelegs around them. Cradling her forehooves around my head, she turned it to hers and kissed me.

Actually, that doesn’t feel like it does it justice. The second our lips met, it was open fucking warfare. I didn’t know she had it in her to loudly suck and lap at my mouth, and I ended up getting lost in it. After my brain rebooted, I found that my tongue was lashing hard into her mouth with equal ferocity.

Soon, my eyes closed. Not only to fully give myself over to the tongue roughly tangling with mine, but to keep from drooling over the hypnotic shine of Celestia’s regalia. Shit, she was like a four-legged angel. Everywhere but the tongue - that was something else entirely as it coiled in my mouth.

Soft lip-smacks rang out through the bedroom as we battled for dominance. It was soon followed by a heavy thump as Celestia pushed into my heavy chest. The impact sent me tumbling back-first onto the bed, and the Princess followed right over, craning over my body.

“Oooh, and you look so cute on your back too,” she gasped, looking down on my sprawl-eagled self. Taking advantage of my moment of shock, she plunged her tongue right down my throat again. On this front, she’d beaten me, and to her went the spoils; I laid back and let her ravage my mouth.

Didn’t mean I was idle though, no matter how paralyzingly great she felt kissing me. My hands roamed to her wings, still tucked against her sides. The closest feeling I had to what I encountered was a bird I rescued during volunteer work at an animal shelter. Y’know, about a year ago.But this was far better than any bird, the soft and cushiony feathers like stuffed animals under my rough palms.

Celestia’s reaction to my feather-stroking almost made me cum then and there. Her wings stiffened and flared out with a rippling poomph. The arc they cast over her made her purr into my mouth all the more heavenly.

Before I could stop, my hips surged into hers and the bulge straining against my jeans slid against her pelvis. A damp patch quickly spread across the crotch, and I gasped into her mouth. Wouldn’t you, knowing how fast someone this harmonious got wet for you?

Celestia’s lips broke away from mine in a spray of sparkling saliva. “So… eager, I see.” she purred.

Save for the high pitch at the beginning, every word she spoke made my dick strain against its prison harder. Suddenly, I was filled with that consuming need to see more from the alluring alicorn. I wanted to kiss her again, feel her swallow my cock, hear her call for more as I filled her.

Thankfully, the storm we were sweating under our clothes made Celestia act. With trained precision, her crown swiftly lifted off her head, caught in a field of white sparkles. My black shirt was next, the feeling of her magic tugging it over my head almost massage-chair-like. It actually felt nice, and I almost wanted to ask her to pull me into a lift to see how it felt.

Despite myself, my arms shot down the second I helped Celestia pull my shirt off them. With an unclasping of warm metal, my belt was gone. I spent the next few seconds kissing Celestia and dragged down my fly at the same time.

The second our lips broke again, my hips rose; so did the light in Celestia’s horn. My legs soon scrambled for purchase as my pants and underwear were shoved off them. The only hint I had of where they went was the chik of my belt buckle as it met my bookshelf.

The cold air hit my crotch immediately - but Celestia was nice enough to warm me up again as she slid down my stomach. I wondered if E.S.P .wasn’t among Celestia’s talents.

“Mmmmm...” she hummed. Inch after inch of her fluffy chest massaged my bare cock. “How nice of you to stand at attention for a Princess. I feel so humbled.”

It should be illegal for anyone this sinfully seductive to still sound so innocent. But all I could respond with was a breathy grunt. “Y-you wanted me to go the distance, right? P-Princess-AH!”

Celestia was all over my throbbing shaft before I could finish. Once again, I had to fight down my urge to burst in her hooves, stroking at the sides of my shift like clockwork. Her breaths waltzed over my tip, making my toes and fingers clench the comforter. And her lips pursed as they drew tantalizingly close to my manhood.

But she didn’t waste time. I almost screamed the second her lips closed around the bulb of my fuck-stick, lapping and slurping around my cock as she pushed down. God almighty, it was like a forge around my dick.

Every inch of me she took in her maw seemed to stoke that fire. With strings of drool slipping from her mouth, that buzzing feel was coming back to me in waves. Instinctually, my hips started to swivel into her lips, I knew it was probably being rude, but I couldn’t help myself.

So of course I started thinking the worst when Celestia’s hooves pushed at my thighs and stopped my pumping. But she didn’t unroot herself from my shaft. Instead, she pulled in a deep breath through her nostrils, leveled her head with my shaft, and shot me a smoldering look. One nod later, she plunged herself down onto me - all nine inches - in one stroke.

“Gah!” Sparks flew before my eyes, and my hips jerked violently. I was only kept from spearing through her wonderful alabaster head by her hooves. The throat literally milked my dick with reckless abandon. Every swoop of her maw over my shaft was straight and precise, her head bobbing with an ease no girlfriend I’d ever had showed.

Once again, my hips slowly started pumping into her tasty mouth. I swore I saw a sly grin curling at the corners of her meat-stuffed muzzle as I did so. I was all too happy to treat this generous Princess to the cock-feast she so craved. And she was a messy eater this time around; the loud schlicking sounds of her rapidly fucked throat turning me on to no end.

Celestia moaned again, from low in her throat. The vibrations shot through me so fast my body nearly seized up. I was so close, I just knew it, and my jackhammering hips showed it. Faster and faster, I could see Celestia’s throat bulge with my manhood, her cheeks puffing out as my length vibrated.

Then, with a wet pop, Celestia's lips popped off of my cockhead. I howled, an unsatisfied wreck.

“Oh, please accept my apologies.” That almost tortuous sincerity soaked Celestia's voice, hoarse as it was from her cock-choking. “Perhaps a reward for proving yourself is in order?”

“Sure thing…” I got out. I had no idea what reward would be worth staving off an orgasm like this. It was a nightmare for my formerly thrilled senses. my hips were pumping aimlessly at empty air, my mind frayed over with blinding bliss, and Celestia was slipping her rump over my chest.

Wait. Celestia was coming up to my face? But she was way too high to kiss, and I couldn’t fathom what oh nevermind I definitely get it now.

“So, will this gift do?” Celestia asked huskily. Still on her hind legs, it was the prize between them that caught my attention. Her clit was winking, thick with a musk so lusty I was sure Chrysalis would overdose on. And it was just two inches from my quivering lips.

I swallowed thickly. “It’s all I ever wanted.“ For how long, not even Celestia would know.

Celestia’s wings flared out again in a slow flutter to beat cool air over my face. “Then accept your tidings, kind stranger.“

Good fuck, did I. From the first lick of Celestia’s nethers, I was hooked. It was bright and tangy and shot through my nerves like candy. Energy I thought I didn’t have blossomed through me as I continued slurping at the puffy clit in front of me. Energy I didn’t know Celestia had sprang out through her voice, sultry and echoing as she arched her body back.

Celestia looked hotter perched over my head than gobbling down another head of mine. Her thighs nestled snugly at each side of my head, muscles underneath twitching to each bat of my tongue. Her shine made my heart swell with reverence: from her sweat, to her glowing horn, to the sunlight billowing over her hourglassed figure. Her beating wings even kept me perfectly cool, despite her pussy gushing hotly into my eager mouth.

Deeper and deeper into Celestia’s rabbit hole I went, my tongue coated in rich maresap. At the same time, I started edging out my hands, clutching handfuls of her squishy rump. Celestia’s hooves trembled in glee, enough that she had to brace them on the pillows. At this point, her hips were jerking forward, like mine were minutes ago. Perhaps being so far from home made this wonderful princess unrestrained?

I loved her for it all the same, my lips clamping harder onto her pearl. “Y-yes!” cried Celestia.

Immediately after, her legs clamped around my head, hard. It was their soothing feel as she shuddered against me that let me know she was close. Fearing that she’d pull back again, I knew I had to keep her occupied.

It was awkward work, but I managed to slide my hands just under her thighs, sucking on two fingers while my other hand teasingly spread Celestia’s marehood. While I kept that pink pussy open for my tongue, I dragged my saliva-wet hand toward her ponut. The second I felt that ring of muscle twitch at my intruding finger - and saw Celestia's eyes shoot open - I knew I’d hit home.

Then my tongue did the same for Celestia’s spread pussy, and she was climaxing just like that. “Oh! Yes! Ooooh~!” Forcing her hips down on my tongue and fingers, her pussy spasmed endlessly around me, mouth soon being drowned in wave after wave of cum. I twisted every digit I had in her, almost cumming myself at the sight of her coming undone.

Celestia’s courtesy struck again as I opened my quim-filled mouth to ask her to scoot up. Before a word could get out, she tensed her hips, pulling herself off my face for me to pull out. Swallowing down her sweet release, I took several breaths to steady myself, then took a cursory look at my clock.

7:43.

My heart nearly leaped into my throat, and I turned to let Celestia know of the very real chance of being late for work. What I saw caused every word I could think of to lodge in my throat too.

Exhaustion was apparently no object to this amazing alicorn I’d eaten out, because her crown and collar were back on her head. But her loins were still bared. Really bared, considering she had spread her hind legs and flagged her tail in anticipation of - me?

“Remember this sight?” she asked me, her head almost buried in the pillows.

Until the day I die, I didn’t reply. “Yes, but-”

“Then I suppose you know what must be done.” Celestia’s forehooves moved toward her pussy spreading them again. My fingers twitched at the deja vu, still damp with her juices. “I must know how it feels to be rutted by such a well-built friend like you.”

7:44. My heart raced between the possibilities. “I’d love to, Princess! But if I’m not at work-”

“I need to know.” she whinnied, her ass wiggling. Two sun-shaped stamps rippled before my eyes, twin pendulums dancing in front of my eyes. “I need you. I need you in me. Please.”

My teeth bared. Whether it was in exasperation or want escaped me. “Princess…”

“Give your Princess your cum.”

My mind tunneled at those five words. Goodness, it was like a universal engine-starter, and that it came from the lips of such a gorgeous being as Princess Celestia made my heart race.

Give your Princess your cum.

The hell with work; Celestia wanted to play.

I didn’t know how fast I was in front of her; only the feel of her soft marshmallow ass massaging my cock. My tool was rubbing against the cleft of her ass, under her dripping snatch, into the base of her tail. I was humping her ruthlessly, and Celestia merrily let me. It almost scared me how easily she made me lose myself in her.

But eventually, my mind cleared enough to focus. And a devilish idea entered it soon after. Celestia was very clear how much such wanted me in her, and I was down with it. But as appetizing as her soaked clit was, there was another whole of hers I’d inadvertently prepared.

And I couldn’t fathom how wonderful it’d feel for us both. Especially for the alicorn now panting up a damp patch into the pillows.

My hands went out to clutch my shaft, aiming it right at my intended destination. Still, I cleared my throat; I had to make sure. “Celestia, you’re sure you’re okay with me picking a hole for this?”

“Yes! Please. Any part of me!” Her eyes shone so vividly I’m certain that she’d nod if I stuck it in a nostril at this pace. “I need to feel that tool in me! Fill me! PleeeEEEEEEP!”

The bulb of my cock pushed against her ponut, just enough to keep her voice from making me burst. Her gasps and twitchings made me stop for a brief second, but after a second she stared at me and nodded again. Again I pushed, letting the ring of skin gap as she took me in.

At five inches in, I had to stop. Not because I didn’t want to fuck her - wild horses couldn’t and weren’t stopping that now - but to savor how unbelievably tight she was. Around my throbbing shaft, her dockhole was like a vise, squeezing and locking me in. Her squishy rump was calling out to me again, and I softly clutched them, surprised at how much the muscle was now.

“You okay?” I offered again. “Let me know if it gets uncomfortable.”

Celestia shook her head. “Weird.” she finally said. “But the warmth makes up for it. Keep going.”

I started pulling out, then enough to ready up for my next pump. Seeing her hole squelch as she fought to keep me in made my ears burn. The second my cocktip reached that ring, my grip on her rump turned iron-tight. Then I slammed in, firmly.

Celestia dove back into the pillows to keep to her scream from shattering the windows. Already the dulcet tones of her Royal Canterlot Voice were rippling through my body. I could see how this might be a problem for keeping us discreet.

But the amounts of fucks I had about that were disappearing faster than my cock into her ass.

Out I went again, and this time, Celestia’s hips nearly followed me this time. God, she was so desperate to feel me slide in and out.

“Whatever the Princess wants,” I grunted into empty air. Just feet from me, a muffled moan bubbled from the mass of pillows.

Give your Princess your cum. Even my mind was egging me on now.

Right under the pillows, Celestia’s wanton wails drove me on, and I pushed back in, finally getting seven inches in. Twinned shrieks rang out in our room, and I didn’t care how many neighbors heard. Let them know how much this beautiful princess made me feel. Let this town know how hard I was gonna make her cum.

In fact, hearing her was quickly becoming a top priority. I took one hand away from that rippling rump of hers and knotted it around a far softer target - her plasma-like mane. It felt like Jell-O as it swam around my fingers. However, Celestia’s love-struck grin as I pulled her head out of her pillow cocoon was far sweeter than any treat.

“Deeper,” she gasped, her hips snapping back into me despite me being still.

At that point, my last dregs of restraint drained away. My other hand - the one not holding her by her mane - drifted to her pussy. The second three fingers touched it, my hips snapped forward, plowing into her from two ends. She was so wet and hot everywhere I felt, and I couldn’t stop plunging in for more.

Celestia was a braying mess now. Her voice filled my body, hot and soothing as she bucked against me. Her forehooves went to her ass, smacking agonist her flanks every time I pushed into her. From the perfect arch of her spine to the flicks of her tail against my chin, Celestia was hellbent on making sure I was treated to a show.

Then I hit a patch of nerves within her - holy shit, she had a G-spot there too?! - and that made her slam her lips into mine for a bruising kiss. Soon after, her hindlegs buckled, the alicorn falling to one side. Thankfully, I was pulling out at the same time, so my manhood was left flopping in the air instead of being broken in the fall.

No way was I leaving her unplundered, though. I was back on her in seconds, my cock feeding right into that ponut. Now that I knew I could hit her prostate, that was my only goal. And with the new angle her position offered me, I never missed.

Soon, we were back in our carnal rhythm. We kissed again, my mane-holding hand tugging more moans from her throat. My free hand went back to her snatch, stroking her sensitive folds even more as her hips shook. The rich plapplapplaps from my thighs - and testes - slapping at her supple skin were music to my ears.

Music that was almost impossible to hear over her Royal Canterlot Mewls.

But I felt them all the same, along with her second impending orgasm. Savagely growing into her mouth, I sped up, holding her to my body as we thrashed on the bed. Her horn sparked wildly, small stars twinkling on my nose as I breathed hard. The squeaks of both the bed’s springs and frame joined our frantic rutting. Between the light show above my head and the symphony around my ears, I didn’t know which sound was spurring me on more.

Once again, though, Celestia cinched it in the end. She screamed my name into my throat as her body went bowstring-taut. My last thrust bounced right off that rump, and I came like a firehose into her tight depths.

Right behind my orgasm, Celestia came crashing from her high. I could feel her juices drench my fingers as I painted her insides white. Her mouth twitched against me as she milked the last of my seed, some of it seeping from her puckered hole. Her hips twitched against me, the alicorn too lost in her nerve-wracking bliss to slam back as she wanted.

Swiveling my hips around her shapely ass, to commit the doughy feel of her rump to memory, I purred into her maw. Then our lips broke away as we slumped together on the bed. Slowly, I felt her head nudge against mine, softly cuddling me as we relaxed in the sweat-soaked sheets.

After several husky breaths, I turned up to look at her. Sanity was creeping into my mind and with it the dire realization of what I’d given up for this rutting.

Manners first, though. “Thank you… Princess…” I got out.

Celestia finally craned back enough to stare into my watery eyes. “Of course, my friend,” she said, slowly readjusting her crown upon her head. “You’ve done well today.”

“Boss might disagree,” I grumbled, pointing behind me to the clock. Even though I couldn’t see it, Celestia could, and her light gasp told me it was certainly not just before 8 AM. “Assuming I’m still his employee by the end of today.” Mentally, I was in no shape to think up a good excuse.

“My my my.” she breathed out. “I’m so sorry.”

My heart felt like a millstone as I sighed. “Don’t. I went ahead with this instead of telling you of the schedule conflict.” Yet no guilt plagued my words, no matter how much I tried to summon it.

Come to think of it, Celestia’s next words didn’t hold any either. “Nonsense. I compelled you to choose my satisfaction over yours.”

Give your Princess your cum, my mind now taunted.

“As a transplanted leader, I shall help you make up for my error,” Celestia panted. “Hold still.”

“If you’re gonna port me there, I told him that excuse yesterday after I lost the keys to my house,” I said. “He won’t buy it."

“Perhaps something that’s not so easy to dispute, then.” Her horn lit up, my planes of skin nearest to that glow turning green. “I don’t think he’ll mind giving you the day off now.”

I blinked. I didn’t feel the slightest bit sick, but the jaundice told a different story. This was... pretty ingenious. “I shouldn’t be surprised, but… thank you for doing this.”

“Anytime. You’re as generous as you are tireless,” she said.

I didn’t tell her how my muscles screamed for relief. Didn't wanna shatter that illusion just yet. Besides; next to her, I always felt there was one more task I could accomplish around the corner. Come to think of it, that was how her presence always made me feel, both behind and in front of the TV.

So why did my heart still pang with guilt? I mean, I want to explore her, she wanted to bear foals with me, wouldn’t this be - Oh. Oh.

“I’m sorry for failing you though, Princess,” I stammered out.

“How so?” she blinked, the slow flutter of her eyelashes nearly making me bite my lip.

Regretfully, I drew in another ragged breath. “But I didn’t give you the foal you wanted.”

“Oh, that? It is okay, my friend,” she chuckled. “We can make up for it after you get back. It was wrong for me to impose that on you, jokingly as it was implied.”

“I mean… if you want.” Carefully peeling myself off of her, I moved around the room. Soon, I’d gathered my clothes up, ready to deliver the ‘ill’ performance of a lifetime. “Shower’s in the next room if you wish to use it, Princess. I’ll get dressed now. Sorry again, my wear might not be the best.”

“I’m sure I’ll like the way you look.” Plucking up one of my watches on the nightstand - a Men’s Wearhouse graduation gift from my dad - Celestia looked it over wistfully. “I guarantee it.”

I paused with my pants halfway up my thighs. “Wait, really?”

“Well, you’ve given me a lot to think about. Especially about how… wonderfully accepting my anatomy is.” Swiftly hopping off the bed, Celestia made her way to the bathroom. “Besides...”

“Yeah, Prince-”

The second Celestia turned around, her heart-melting gaze nearly sent me to my knees. “I’m certainly sure we can get another round in. As long as we’re both wet enough behind the ears.”

Up flagged her tail, and I started wondering what we needed the shower for. Goodness, the pool of white goo dripping from her packed plothole could fill a sink!

Then the door snapping shut behind the alicorn brought me back to reality. And the nine inches of morning wood seeing that scrumptious cream-pie gave to me. Seriously, it was one partridge away from making me wonder if Christmas was coming early.

I had to readjust my jeans to keep my cock from spearing apart the zipper. I already had several things that’d be impossible to explain to everyone. Bursting seals just thinking about the biggest thing on that list wouldn’t fly.

Besides, I thought as I threw open my bedroom door and made my way outside, that’s something I want to wait until I’m snatch-deep in Celestia to do.