Alicorn Biology: Princess Celestia

Princess Celestia began by kissing Her concubine. Not the unsure peck that Bon Bon had planted on Her during the ceremony, but a deep, sensual one that left Bon Bon panting and flushed when Celestia finally broke it. The panting continued, increasing in intensity as Celestia kissed all over Bon Bon’s surrendered body while softly stroking her breasts and the inside of her thighs with Her wings.

Bon Bon’s legs spread open, displaying her winking clit to her Goddess, slick with its own juices. She began to moan lustily as her Goddess brushed her clit with the gentlest of possible strokes of the tips of her wings. Celestia closed Her eyes, enjoying the sounds with the detached amusement befitting an aristocrat. She was standing over Bon Bon now, so Lyra could clearly see from her position just what was developing underneath her.

It should have shocked Lyra to the core, but it did not. She only remembered two things.

The first was the scandalized look on her parents’ faces when she naïvely repeated what the new filly at school had told her about Princess Celestia’s anatomy. She was a pale-coated blank flank from a remote farming village where she was the only unicorn. She lasted at the school for less than a year before running back to her village in tears. (”Shame, just not a good cultural fit,” her parents had tsked.)

The second was the verse from the Catechism: The Alicorn Princess incarnates all of the features of Her pony subjects. To a High Celestian, that was obviously just an explanation of the wings and horn. But she had heard enough swamp pony preachers shouting in the streets of Canterlot in their bizarre sort of pilgrimage to know that the obvious interpretation was not universal. She had never thought about it much, only felt disbelief that anypony, even a swamp pony, could think up such ridiculous ideas.

But Lyra could not disbelieve what was in front of her eyes.

The length was nearly as long, and the width nearly as wide, as that of a pony foreleg. The curvature upwards was slight but graceful, nearly geometric. The heart-shaped head was perfectly formed to suggest juiciness, like a ripe fruit. The color throughout was a pleasing shade of pink. The smooth surface glistened, slick in the low light.

The Beam of the Holy Sun.

The Living Goddess, Risen in the Flesh.

Celestia bent forward to give Bon Bon one final, warm kiss and then laid Herself down on Her back. Bon Bon, unimaginably excited, got up on her hooves only to fall forward on her knees, supplicating the Body of her Goddess. She wrapped her forehooves around Celestia’s clit, making sure to only touch Her with the parts covered by the softness of her fetlocks, and used them as leverage to plant sweet kisses all up and down Her length.

Lyra could not help but recall Bon Bon’s affectionate kisses on her own clit. But what Bon Bon was doing to Celestia went beyond mere affection. It was worship, in every sense of the word.

As Bon Bon’s kisses transitioned into long licks, she found herself stopped by a mouthful of wing feathers. Celestia gestured her forward with Her wingtips, and Bon Bon got back up on her hooves again. Her forelegs were able to clear Celestia’s spread-open thighs, and as she moved forward Bon Bon made sure to sensually brush up against Celestia’s length with her belly. Celestia closed Her eyes and smiled in appreciation of Her concubine.

Bon Bon got into position, straddling Celestia’s body with her short pony legs. She began to back up, letting out a moan and a gasp as she slid her Goddess into herself. Celestia bit Her lower lip as Bon Bon took in as much of Her length as she dared. Not even halfway down.

Celestia began to move Her hips, and Bon Bon began to move hers as well to follow Her rhythm. The schlicking friction was barely audible to Lyra under the moans of pleasure: the alicorn’s low and dignified, the Earth pony’s uncontrolled and luxuriating. Not only in being filled with the Living Flesh of her Goddess, but also in being stimulated by the pulsing aura of magical energy on her clit.

Lyra instinctively touched her own horn, remembering her past clumsy, failed attempts with Bon Bon.

She could not help but be mesmerized by the contrast between her wife’s tiny pony body and the majestic grandeur of the alicorn’s. By the heights of pleasure her wife was experiencing in the expert hooves of an immortal Goddess. By the glistening of her wife’s juices trickling down Celestia’s length. She felt a stirring in her belly.

Maybe this was the natural order of things. Maybe mere ponies were always meant to have this be their greatest ambition: to be concubines in the harem of an all-powerful Alicorn Princess. Against such a relationship, what value was there in a bond between mere wife and wife?

Bon Bon’s moans started being screamed, higher in pitch and faster in tempo. She tried to stifle them, and they started to come out in squeaks instead. But she could not hold it back any longer. She closed her eyes and came, collapsing forward onto Celestia’s chest as she did.

“I’m sorry… your Majesty…” Bon Bon squeaked as waves of pleasure undulated through her. Celestia smiled down at her serenely.

“The orgasm is a gift from alicornkind to all mares, Bon Bon. It is always an honor to both receive and give. Never apologize for enjoying one.”

Bon Bon smiled and visibly relaxed at that, letting herself sigh with pleasure as the last of the waves came and went. The Princess caressed Bon Bon’s body with a wing. Bon Bon sighed contentedly again.

Celestia continued to patiently hold Bon Bon with Her wings, even as Lyra could see that the Princess was still very much hard. Bon Bon opened her eyes, smiling at her Goddess. She planted her forehooves back onto the bed and got back up, giving a glance backward as she prepared herself. Celestia stopped her.

“Why don’t you lie on your back, this time?” the Princess suggested. Bon Bon obediently followed Her orders and rolled off Her body, onto her back. She looked up to see the Princess standing over her, Her erect clit casting a shadow on her face.

She closed her eyes and eagerly opened her mouth as wide as she could. She was well-rewarded with a mouthful of silky, soft alicorn clit.

She made a muffled, worrying sound as Celestia thrust deeper, blocking her airway. She calmed herself down successfully as Celestia made Her first few thrusts down and up her throat, but the panic began to return, and Bon Bon began to struggle. Lyra was about to say something when Celestia’s horn glowed, and Bon Bon’s chest expanded gratefully, freed from its need of external air. Her eyes rolled back as she began to get used to the exciting and novel sensation.

As Celestia’s rhythm became faster and faster, Lyra was mesmerized. She imagined herself in Bon Bon’s place, gazing upwards at that unending length of pink, knowing that the Goddess could run her through with Her full length if She chose. The stirring in Lyra’s belly returned, and she instinctively began to move her right forehoof back to her crotch before she stopped herself.

Celestia pulled back, and Bon Bon took her first gulp of unteleported air just in time to receive her Goddess’s blessing. The Princess let out a pleasured sigh of relief as She released ropes of cum —enough to impregnate a thousand willing mares— all over the face, neck, and body of Her grateful concubine. She looked downward to admire Her work. It was beautiful.

To Lyra’s surprise, the Princess then turned to her and spoke.

“Would you like to consume the Royal Ichor? It is considered an honor.“

“An honor?” Lyra said, conflicted.

“Allow me to reword that. It would be considered an honor to me.” Celestia bowed her head towards Lyra.

Lyra felt as if she could not refuse. She hesitantly walked forward, through the arch and up the bed, as Celestia smiled at her. She stood over the figure of her wife, who seemed completely insensate to the world behind her closed eyes and beatific smile. Did she even know that her wife was right in front of her? Or worse. If she did, would she care?

Lyra did not know what it meant that Bon Bon had never looked more beautiful than she did in that moment, her lovely face covered with pearly streaks of the Goddess. Quaking, she brought her face down to scoop up one of the streaks with her tongue.

She had no idea what to expect, and not just because she had only been with mares in her life. On top of the salty tang there was a sweet fragrance that was just intoxicating. And the gluey texture was just pleasant to roll around in her mouth with her tongue. Lyra could not stop herself from wanting more.

Bon Bon opened her eyes.

“Lyra, honey…” Lyra smiled with tears in her eyes at hearing that term of endearment. “Please… share…”

Lyra locked lips with her wife, and pushed a load of Celestia into her mouth with her tongue. Bon Bon savored it greedily before swallowing.

Lyra did not know why, but she began to cry. She continued her work as she did, the salty taste of the tears mixing with the salty taste of the alicorn cum. Every time she had a mouthful, she would roll it around once in her mouth before transferring it to her wife, who would coo happily as she did so. Soon enough, she could not see any more on Bon Bon’s face. Her work was done. She continued to cry. She could not identify what she was feeling.

She felt a presence, and saw that Celestia was standing behind her, on the steps of the bed. But not just Her presence. For the first time, Lyra felt Her power. The energies needed to raise and lower the Sun itself every day, which could just as easily blast a tiny pony body into nothingness. The authority to rule a nation, which could elevate a candymaker to a royal consort on a whim.

Celestia spoke.

“I can tell that you are in an emotionally heightened state right now, so I will not accept a ‘yes’ at this time. I will need you to take a few days to think it through.” She took a hopeful tone. “But I cannot help but think that my plans for Bon Bon would go so much better if she also had a harem sister. And thinking about it, you are especially qualified for what I have planned…”

Lyra looked down at her wife, whose face had transformed from a half-lidded daze to an excited smile.

Lyra wanted to say more than just ‘yes’. She wanted to beg the Goddess to take her. To use her body for physical relief, just as She did her wife’s. To take what was Hers by right of Her superiority. All unimaginably swamp pony things.

She could not refuse. She could not refuse. She saw it at last. Behind the knowing smiles and the serene expression and the ‘perhaps’es and the ‘I just thought’s was the wisdom of a thousand years of innate magical power and biological immortality. Enough to build an entire society around the denial of Her own power and biology. If She had planned this from the beginning, with all of Lyra’s experiences since birth coming together to craft a perfect concubine for Her plans, would Lyra know? Would it make a difference? Maybe her life had always been at the mercy and the whims of the Living Goddess.

She finally figured it out. What had caused her to weep. It was the collapsing of the fictions that she had been building up her whole life. The scaffolding holding up her entire world.

The fiction that she had overcome her Canterlot upbringing, and had successfully resisted internalizing the elitism of her parents and community. Collapsed by the disgust she had felt at her wife.

The fiction that she truly knew her wife, and that her different religious beliefs did not mean she had a worldview and inner self that Lyra would never truly understand. Collapsed by the betrayal she had experienced from her.

The fiction that despite the fact that she lived in a monarchy, its ruler Celestia was, in the end, just another pony like her and everypony else. That ponies held their own destiny in their hooves, and were not mere pawns in the plans of the superior beings among them.

Collapsed by the reality of Alicorn biology.