Author's Note

~Sissy Honeymoon, Stage Right~

Tags For This Chapter: Passionate Sex, Heavy Petting and Kissing, Stripping, Feminization, Pet Play, Older Domme and Younger Sub, Small Penis Humiliation, Panty Sniffing/Play, Breast Play, Masturbation, Fellatio, Anilingus, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Dirty Pr0n Sex Talk, Feminine Squirting, Tearful Orgasms, Cuddles, MenWritingWomenSubreddit, and the kitchen sink... in a pink dress(?)

The Princess and Her Queen

Flash Sentry barely caught the details of the cottage that Celestia had rented out in tiny boi-blink glimpses. He would make a more proper assessment much later—after better opportunities to observe his surroundings while not obscured by the drunken haze of pure and unmitigated horniness. It was a rustic white thing, polished and round-shaped like a toadstool, with a dark brown "cap" of a shingled rooftop to complete the look. At a foggy glance, Flash thought it resembled a random villager's house from Animal Crossing, assuming that the game was Rated AO and the interior was designed for passionate porking.

Looking back on this most sacred threshholding, Flash could scarcely recall the specifics. His sissy stem of a penis was still twitching within the soiled confines of his princess panties, and the faces and smiles of the audience his "Queen" had gathered still burned felicitously in his retinae. By the time he came to, he could see Celestia ruthlessly stab, poke, and maul the lock of the cottage's door handle with a jangling mess of keys. She wasn't very successful at her current objective of unlocking their personal nest—which wasn't exactly something to laugh at. All things considered—between shouldering Flash's belongings and bridal carrying the nearly-naked young man at the same time—the tall domme was managing wonderfully in spite of all the proverbial plates being spun.

She certainly wasn't pleased with herself at the moment: "Come on. Come on!" She hissed and grunted, shoving and knifing the key at the lock, feverish and desperate. "Shit. Fuck! Get... getttttt cunt-punt'd, fuckin' prickin' sonuva—" At last, the key lodged in place, and the clicking sound that resulted drew veritable flowers and rainbows from the CHS Principal's rising chest. "Ohhhhhhh puppies yessssss..." Huffing, puffing, everything-but-drooling, she cradled Flash even tighter to her chest as she swung the door open with her foot and practically pirouetted the two of them blissfully inside.

Flash blinked blearily. It was dark inside; a smidge of ambient amber lighting kissed the interiors, but not much more. Flash instantly smelled a pungent deluge of floral scents, which was how he knew that Celestia had settled down in that place hours before returning there with her pantied prize in tow. He was vaguely aware of a bathroom, a seating area, and a kitchenette. But—for the most part—the circular interior of the place was almost entirely consumed by opulent silky "bedspace." Despite the luxurious furnishing, the cottage felt small on the inside... in a very cozy way.

Small enough that—from the front door—Celestia could easily toss the boi and land him on the bed in one motion. Which is exactly what she did.

"Aaackies!" Flash yelped and flailed—meanwhile his petite figure harmlessly pomf'd onto the springy center of the plush bedspread.

Clack! The front door locked, and for a brief eternity Flash's domme stood there at the entrance, her face flushed and her breasts heaving upon a penultimate plunge. In three gallant steps, Celestia thudded Flash's belongings to the floor, tossed her hat towards the bathroom, and fell forward—fell on Flash.

He gasped—and she devoured it. Devoured him. Her body—hot and heavy and smelling of musky sunflowers—draped majestically across the boi, slinking entirely over him like a weighted blanket with enough curves and bumps to afford Flash scant bursts of oxygen between her hungry gropes, slathering kisses, and stroking hands-hands-hands. Celestia said absolutely nothing at first; she could scarcely respirate—only fondle, grapple, assault.

It was an assault. A one-way barrage of horny-beyond-horny handstrokes, magnified by the sheer magnitude of the dominant woman's weight pressed down upon her prey, as she unleashed every blinding bolt of energy pent up inside her hot shapely body after months—maybe years—of utterly desiring this slight doll of a man. Flash Sentry shook and quivered in fright under each stroke, but—in the few sacred moments he afforded full breaths—he could only moan in desire at... being so damnably desired.

And the barest squeaks of him only urged Celestia on even hotter, so that her moans echoed his moans and her panting mirrored his panting and the two of them raised the temperature of the perfumed room by five degrees in the span of thirty drooling seconds. There was a solid century of Celestia running her fingers deliciously through-and-through-and-through Flash's feathery blue hair, all the while latching her mouth over his, her tongue fishing for nineteen-year-old uvulae. At the tail-end of this, she raised her head—and body—in a grunt of frustration and purpose.

"St-Starswirl," she rasped, yanking—almost ripping—her jacket off in a pastel blur. She sat atop Flash, straddling his poor little legs, wearing a violet shirt that was sweated through her pretty feminine pits. "Starswirl," she growled, more solidly this time. A chime echoed across the cottage, and Flash's bloodshot periphery caught an array of blinking computer lights set into the wall of the rent-a-house. "Brighten the room by fifty percent."

The amber lighting intensified, bringing a shine to the boi's golden-toned flesh that was too perfect to be pure coincidence. But Flash couldn't observe much—it wasn't his place to see at the moment. With her meal fully illuminated, Celestia dove on him again, kissing and nuzzling the boi all over, panting against his skin, soaking his virginal goosebumps with lady sweat right as they formed in delighted ripples across his bronzed skin.

"Yesssssssss," Celestia wolf-growled, anointing his collar, neck, chin, nose, and forehead with hungrier and hungrier kisses. "Fuckkin' YES." The only thing moving faster than her hands were her lungs, hyperventilating from the sheer magnitude of this moment becoming real, embodied in the body quivering helplessly beneath her. "Flash..." Flash's old high school principal rolled on top of him, tugging once again at his hair, gobbling up an ear and sending him spinning from the heavenly surreality of it all. "Flash..." She stroked her hands up and down his back before reaching his ass cheeks with both palms, squeezing hard... then harder as she let loose a long earthy groan of pure victory. Triumph "Mrmmmmmmmmmm—I've waited for this moment for so long... for so fucking long—Flash—you have no IDEA."

Flash didn't know how to respond. Perhaps he didn't have to. Celestia leaned back, and Flash felt his petite body being tugged upwards in turn. With a magician's flicking finesse, Celestia ridded him of his princess camisole, exposing the boi's delicious flat chest to the amber heavens. She wasted no time, shoving him back down to that plush dinner plate of a bed and collapsing upon him once again, her breasts smooshing firmly into his lower abdomen as she swept her way up his chest, kissing and salivating over his diamond-hard nipples... then giving his pearlescent sternum a long and sensuous lick.

"Unnnfff!" Flash Sentry dripped—which was precisely what Celestia wanted, and she inched further up the boy... and that same lecherous tongue licked up his neck and off his chin—followed by further wet lashes to his cheek and face and eyes—sampling the saline remnants of his orgasmic tears from earlier. "Aaaah—!" Flash whimpered, convulsing all over. Being "dined on" in such a way was borderline digusting. It filled him with disgust, and he couldn't have been even happier. He yelped and cried even more, egging Celestia on, hoping against hope that this horny nymph of a woman would lick him forever.

Thankfully, she was a far more creative lover than that.

"Mmmmmmm—Canterlot High's secret angel..." She slid her tall figure alongside his petite body, spooning him on the bed from behind. "The Fall Formal Princess we never crowned..." A gentle hand reached down to caress his sperm-soaked panties, toying and tickling his still-hard fairy wand. "Sing for me..." Her hand cupped his balls between his legs. "Let me hear my pretty bird chirp~" At that precise moment, her palm stopped being "gentle," squeezing like a velvet vice.

"Aaa-aaaah~~!" Flash Sentry harmonized, reaching high notes with every little difficulty. A shockwave of pins and needles shot up from his groin and electrified his whole nervous system. Once again, a two-syllable word of emergency flickered in the far corners of his mind, but he ignored it—choosing instead to be patient for his mistress. Choosing instead—"Aaaah—Nuhhhh!" He tossed his head back and forth as the older woman dealt his softness so roughly.

"Mmmmm-yessssss..." She leaned in and licked-licked the fresh tears rolling down his face "Goddess, I fucking love it when you cry~" She released her punishing grip, choosing instead to roll Flash over until he was facing her, upon which she lathered a fresh array of kisses all over his moistened face. "Give me those precious tears. Give me everything, Flash Sentry." Huffing—puffing—she sat up once more, pivoted him effortlessly across the bed, and stretched his dainty legs out. "Give me your all...!"

Flash suddenly felt a gust of cold air kiss his nethers. A high-pitched gasp. He swiftly flung two hands down and covered his groin—blushing furiously.

In one fell yank, Celestia had stripped him of those adorable princess panties. She clutched the tangled, soiled article of pastel goodness in her hand, staring at it with hot-and-heavy eyes. Hesitation—hellishly hungry. After several panting breaths, she brought the underwear to her nose and took a long, hearty sniff of her sissy pet—both his perfumed outsides and milky insides—all the while reaching a hand down and fingering an increasing patch of wetness staining across the seat of her dark denim shorts.

"Hmmmmmmmmm—yshhhhhhhhh..." Overcome with pure lust, Celestia took the opportunity to suckle a patch of the soiled underwear, hoping to savor as much of Flash's essence that still lingered within the cartoon printed fabric. Her spare hand worked with extra gusto, dipping five hungry fingers inside her bottoms and stroking her bare pussy with reckless abandon.

She carried on for a little too long, and had to tear herself out of her special little moment. The woman's vision readjusted, seeing the squirmy sissy lying across the bed beneath her. Celestia's rosy eyes traced over Flash's hands demurely covering his privates, and a coy grin spread across her flushed face.

"Sweetie..." She put the undies away and crawled over until she loomed lovingly over him. "...really, now??" She draped a hand across his blushing cheek, her voice taking on a considerably friendlier tone than the hungry lioness that was consuming him just seconds ago. "There'll be time for teasing later. Let me see it, princess."

"Mmmm..." Flash bit his bottom lip, looking left... looking right... everywhere but at her—

—until a strong hand gripped his chin, smooshing his adorable cheeks and forcing him to lock eyes with his mistress.

"Your Queen gave you a command." Her eyes burned with that same dangerous lust that neverceasingly energized Flash's palpitating heart. "I've waited so long. Now—let me have it all."

A tiny whimper escaped the boi's face. Meekly, he unfolded his hands... then let them drape at his sides. Thus, his sensitive little member was exposed completely to his lover for the first time—apart from the digital veneer of computer screens and image files.

And Principal Celestia—secretly "Daybreaker" for Flash Sentry all of these months—reacted just the way he had both feared and desired all these months. At first she smiled—a very sisterly tongue-in-cheek smile. Then a snort came out of her nose... followed by another.

"Snkkt... Snrrrkkk—ha ha ha ha ha!" She laughed, her lower eyelids rounding with pure girlish amusement as she cupped two hands to her cheeks. All the while, she gawked at it... snickered at it... giggled and chortled and wheezed at the pathetic sight of it. "Haaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha! Heeheehee!"

Flash's body did inside-out flips, sinking into a cold abyss and leaping to a humid peak all at once. He felt something oozing weakly inside him, a fuzzy stretch beyond nausea, and it pressed him harder down into the bed with unworldly gravity. Paralyzed, he could only lie there and shake as Celestia's snickers and cackles mercilessly continued.

"Hehehehehe—oh Flassssssh..." Celestia brushed her bangs aside and leaned over his lower half, her eyes locked on his groin like a soccer mom might admire a newborn puppy. "It's just soooooooooooooo adorable. I mean—the pictures were one thing, but here and now... ... ..." Her tongue clicked against her tongue for a few prolonged seconds, and she ultimately spat into her palm. "Snrkkkkkkkk!!! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Flash felt his heart pounding in his chest. His fingers dug into the sheets behind him as his tender toes squirmed, kneading into the fabric as Celestia continued to gape and giggle.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh it's such a good thing you and Sunset never truly got together again~" She tip-toed her fingers across his dicklette, and even at full erection the Principal's hand-puppet only needed to take two-and-a-half steps. She giggled again. "Ohhhhhh sweetie you simply could never please a woman with an adorable little clitty like that~! You wouldn't even come close~! It'd be just like a hummingbird feather trying to pierce the Hoover Dam~! Ah ha ha ha ha!"

Flash sniffled. He raised two hands to his face and shuddered, fresh tears forming. As horribly cruel as this instance seemed—it did the absolute opposite of "killing the mood." Several long and lurid conversations with Daybreaker had fully-prepared the two of them for this. Flash was indeed very "small" in the pendulum department. However, had long lost any legitimate interest in proving the "virility" of his manhood, and he only sought to plunge as deep as he could into that sissy pink niche that the two of them had carved together online.

Daybreaker—Celestia—had remembered this to the keenest detail, and the only reason Flash didn't outright thank her was that he was too busy playing his part—a part that his body ultimately reveled in, humiliated or not. The boi's blue eyes fogged over with bittersweet moisture—but that wasn't all. As he cried, Flash felt a pool of sissy warmth loosening in his nethers, and the peehole tip of his "clitty" was dribbling enough joyous release to rival the exhibitionist torture he had endured moments ago outside the cottage.

"Awwwwwwwwww... see?" Celestia cooed, leaning down until Flash felt her hot breath oozing over his even hotter river of pre-cum. "She likes it! What an adorable sissy clitty—and so unafraid to show how happy she is!" Two of her fingers "diddled" the sensitive undertip of Flash's sissyhood—like a lesbian toying with her lover—and it summoned more than a few tender gasps from the wet-wet pet. "Hey there, girlfriend~" Celestia sang to the shameless micro-penis. "Want to invite Princess Tinkles out to play? What say we make her as happy as you? Hmmm?"

Celestia giggle-snorted again.

"Ohmygod, Flash—for real, though—it's the cutest damned thing I've ever fucking seen." Biting her lip playfully, she held two fingers over the boi's crotch. "GASP!" Celestia exhaled. "Where did she go??" She moved her fingers aside. "There she is!" She covered his crotch once more. "Where is she hiding??" She lifted her palm. "There she is!! Eee-hee-hee-heee...!!" Another round of giggles, and Celestia cupped his crotch completely, humming as she delighted in grasping her pet's entire fragile essence with one motherly grip. "Hmmmmmmmmmm-alllllll miiiiiiiine..." Another laugh—this time drunken and desirous—and she gave all of Flash a tender squeeze. "I claim this in the name of THE SUN! Snrkkkt—hahahaha—!"

Flash was still crying. Delicately. A tender, humored smile broke out, but he couldn't stop the tears that were streaming.

Celestia blinked at him. For the first time since carrying her lover into that hot-hot house, her smile wavered. A voice dripped out of her—breathy and sincere and worrisome. "Hey~" She crawled up the bed and slinked against his naked figure, holding him close. "Shhh-shhh—hey there, Princess." She kissed his forehead, stroked his bangs aside, and kissed him again. "My precious pet..." Her lips pouted as her eyelashes fluttered. "...did I go too far?"

The boi wiped his tears aside with a dainty wrist, hiccuping on a happy sob. "No. Just..." He leaned in and buried his chest into her shoulder, clinging to her in a fetal position. "I'm so glad..." His voice was soft and muffled, condensing across her alabaster skin. "...I'm so glad Daybreaker's you."

Celestia swallowed a sore lump and stroked his upper back. "Oh, sweetie..."

"How...? How can I be s-so lucky...?" Flash cried again, only this time it took on a different tone. Less melodic. Cold. "You're so... you're just s-so..." He gazed up at her, lips quivering. Moist eyes glossed over with innocent wonder. "... ... ...Celestia, oh Goddess..." A gulp. "Why?"

"Flash—"

"Why me, though?"

"Flash, precious..." She peppered his face with kisses, desperate to keep him from sinking any further beneath the clouds. "My pretty pretty princess. Shhh-shhh... now's—... sweetie, now's not the time to get into one of your usual philosophical dips~"

He instantly winced. "I'm sorry—"

"Shhhhhhh..." Celestia placed two delicate fingers over his lips. "I'm... not going to explain it right now." She purred, stroking his bangs again. "Right now, I... I just want you."

"Celestia..." He stammered helplessly.

"Later. NOW." She sat up, layed him flat on the bed—facing up—and slinked off the mattress entirely. "Eyes front and center, Flash. Princess. I want—I want you to look at me."

Flash held his breath, doing as he was told. He stared down the length of his body, past his groin, past his feet, and past the sheets at the tall splendor of Celestia standing at full height.

The sheer majesty of the woman mesmerized him. She consumed so much of the tiny cottage with her glory. Even an average-sized past-twenty manly man would be dwarfed by her. Flash never dwelled on it much back in the day; at CHS—surrounded by fellow teenagers—he was far from the only boy of "small" stature. Celestia simply overwhelmed him and all his peers with her height, power, and posture. The fact that she had a supermodel's proportions to boot was adding insult to injury, and most adolescents—Flash included—found it difficult to stand or sit straight whenever she entered the classroom... and no doubt countless graduates limped onwards to young adulthood feeling cursed that they'd never have a chance to be with a goddess like her.

A chance that Flash had gotten—and was now reaping. It was a miracle beyond miracles, and Celestia looked poised to take advantage of it.

She started by locking eyes with him—lusty and commanding—empowered by an enormous well of confidence and pride that was so alien to the boi that he could just as well have been gawking at an unscaleable mountain.

Mountains—however—don't have bewbs, and this saucy amazon was currently kneading her own breasts through her shirt, moving her fingers with a slow-as-molasses dance that expertly matched the shameless aim of his mesmerized gaze.

As Flash's eyes moved up her violet shirt, so did Celestia's fingers. There was a distant tango between both lovers, and Celestia was so obviously well-practiced at this sort of a thing that Flash felt as though he was mouse-clicking-and-dragging her toppiece off with his mind. He watched as she slowly drew the shirt over her bosom—catching both globes at the most gloriously lifted moment—and then her chest fell with a playful jiggle once they were free altogether. As Celestia tossed the article away, Flash took a good long look at her breasts—or more appropriately the brassiere they were so elegantly encased in. Flash—a true pink sissy at heart—was far more turned on by lingerie than that which they were occasionally charged with lifting. Daybreaker knew this all-too-well, which is evidently why she chose the most beautiful bra imaginable: a silky ivory-cream number with lace floral motifs entertwining to form two clamshell cups that raised her bust perkily. The nipple line was ever so faintly translucent, allowing the faintest hint of mature milf-y aerola peeking through the immacuately-stitched fabric. For as alluring as the bra was, it was far from pathetically string-thin floss; the bevy of Celestia's bosom was covered, a classy and elegant presentation of sexuality that Flash admired—and Celestia admired him for admiring it.

"Tell me, Princess..." Celestia breathed, breathed, breathed—her lungs toying with the temperature of the room with each hot and horny exhalation. "When you and your friends hung out in the cafeteria or in the school bus or on the P.E. field..." Her eyes remained rigidly locked on the boi as she reached down and shook, shimmied and peeled out of those damnably short-shorts. "...what kind of nasty... lusty... dirty things did they say about me?"

Flash gulped, watching as Celestia girl-stepped out of those jean-shorts. A deliriously pungent musk wafted towards him—carried aloft by that endlessly taunting scent of lilac and sunflowers. "They... they said..." His eyes locked onto an enormous... continental wet spot staining across the crotch of the majestic woman's dark tights. "...they spoke of how they wanted to double-team you in the boys' bathroom... and... uhm... and feel your gorgeous mouth on their cocks..."

"Yes...?" Celestia hooked her thumbs into her tight leggings and began unbirthing herself from the soaking wet fabric, one inch at a time, exposing her snow-white thighs and shapely legs. "...what else?"

Flash cleared his rapidly drying voice, watching as more and more curvaeous flesh sanctified the hollow of the cottage around them. "Some wanted to just touch your ass. Most... uhm... w-wanted to bury their faces in your breasts."

"Go on..." Celestia leaned on one foot—then the other—peeling the tights off completely. "...I'm listening..."

"Some simply... dr-dreamed of you sitting on their faces..." Flash's nostrils flared as his eyes glittered over from the perfection unfolding before him. "...so many of them gawked at you—more than at Sunset and the Rainbooms and all the other girls. You're... you're just so d-dang hot. Criminally hot for a principal, much less a teacher. My friends felt so lucky and unlucky all the same..."

"I see..." Celestia stood tall and magnificent, reaching up in a mock "stretch" that accentuated every goddamn gorgeous curve her statuesque figure possessed. "And you, Flash..." Her hands traced down her exposed collar, her side-boobs, her midriff, and finally lingering on either side of a pair of hi-cut briefs—which she absolutely knew he would appreciate. "... ... ... what did you think at the time?"

Her panties were the stuff of Parisian dreams. Thick seams hemmed with lace. Much like the bra: a floral pattern that blossomed upward from her neatly-concealed crotch, too elegantly embroidered to show camel toe. Just perfect curves, feathering up her thighs with silk-petal softness to form a perfect "diamond" across her hourglass abdomen. Again—that shiny creamy ivory, like honeymoon bedsheets. Flash wondered if that same silk-silver motif spread to the whole of Celestia's bedroom... and if he'd ever be blessed enough to slumber in such a sacred place someday, cuddled like a happy infant in her motherly embrace.

"Well...?" Celestia slowly swung her hips—taking on a feminine pose—before slowly rocking back into an equally sexy stance. "...what did you want to do with me at the time, precious?"

"I... I-I... uhhh..." Flash's lungs hitched as his eyes thinned. "Uhhhhh—" He grimaced, winced, rose some more—and: "Ah-choo!" It was a considerably lesser "dainty" sneeze than earlier, and as he recovered from the annoying quirk, Celestia could clearly see his miniscule manhood twitching towards the ceiling at rapturous attention.

"Hmmmmm..." Celestia purred, still slowly swinging her hips from one pose to another. "Why hellllllo, sailor~" She giggled—both in delight and in desire—then breathed: "Now that you got that over with... care to answer me, darling?"

"I... ... ..." Flash panted... panted... trilled: "I kinda sorta wanted to be called to go to your office... where you would... mmmm... m-make me sit in your lap." He gulped. "As you held me. Petted me. Told me about your week." Another gulp. For a second he looked like there was another sneeze in the waiting, but the virgin held it together. "And then maybe d-did things to me that would g-get you fired from the school board." A hard blink. "All the while telling me how long y-you've always had your eye on me."

"Hmmmm..." Celestia's lips curved in a soft, knowing smile. "...is that all?"

"... ... ... ... ... ...okay, so maybe I wanted you to sit on m-my face too."

She giggled—a light, humming chuckle. Soon, she purred: "Flash..." Her hands slithered back up her shapely hips and waist, waiting only on his anchored eyes. "...I can't tell you how long I've lived—day by day—feeling hundreds of eyes locked on me. Lusting after me. Undressing me." She licked her lips—right as her hands stroked up and over the curve of her bust, pausing—as Flash's eyes did—to give her lacily-cupped breasts more than a few tender squeezes. "So many men—Flash—so... many men—and women—have wanted this... desired this... flirted with and whistled at and drooled over this. Every day of my life—for years—countless horny people have stepped up to bat and all of them only ever miss. Why? Because I simply don't want to keep them. I have no desire to give any of this to them for more than a one-night's stand."

She finally slid those hands up, smoothed her bangs, and threw her pastel hair back—like a majestic creature tossing its mane—then strolled over to the bed. She mounted it—then mounted him, pressing upon the boi the full weight of her majesty, filling Flash's lungs with the scent of lust and sunflowers, growing wetter and hotter—as did her voice—while she leaned over and cradled his face, practically dripping:

"But you, Flash—my sweet princess pet—I want to share it all with you. I want to keep you." Celestia gulped hard; that last admission evidently took the bulk of her ammo, and in the tiniest, tender moment to follow she was clearly at her most vulnerable. She covered it by smothering his face with a kiss, followed with a turse tone: "And don't you fucking dare ask 'why me?'."

Even if Flash wanted to interject, he hadn't the strength to. He merely squeaked into her lips.

She leaned back—smiling and confident once again. "Here... you want proof?" That said, she gently grasped his hand and guided it to her panties—pressing his trembling palm straight against her covered crotch. The woman couldn't help it—she let loose a growling purr, closing her eyes as she reveled in the long-awaited contact.

Flash too was gasping. "Oh my g-gosh..." He gaped up at her with adorable blue eyes twitching. "You're... you're like a faucet d-down there...!" He punctuated that with a helpless giggle, feeling a legitimate flutter in his chest.

Celestia's retort was considerably less cute. "This is what you fucking do to me, Flash Sentry~" She spoke through pearly teeth. "All morning long... this whole week—fuck—for months as I hoped... prayed... calculated this very moment just... happening." She seethed, seethed, and shuddered—kneading his fingers tighter against her panties, letting him feel the hot-hot moisture seeping past both their conjoined knuckles. "Mmmmmmm—so... let's save the chat for a little later, mmmkay? Because..." She gripped his hand tightly and pushed him back into the center of the bed. "...I'm not quite done with you yet."

Flash nodded. "Yes, ma'am—"

"Wanna try that again, sissy?"

"I-I mean, yes, my Queen—GAAIE!" Flash yelped cutely as he felt himself being flung over—lying face-down on the bed from the merest flick of Celestia's wrists.

"Shhh-shhh-shhh..." Celestia hovered over him from behind, reaching and rearranging the bed until his lower half was propped up neatly on two soft pillows. She spread his legs in such a manner that it flexed his girlish buttocks in the most shapely way imaginable. "Just relax, sweetie." Celestia licked her lips as she reached underneath him and delicately draped his peener out like a "south"-pointing compass needle. "Or squirm and squeal. I don't fucking care." With that said, she dove in. Deep.

And Flash felt it. Deep. "Uhhhhh—!" His eyes bugged as his upper body writhed against the tangled bedsheets. "Uhhhhhh-gosh!!" The poor—or fortunate—boi was overwhelmed, for he had never been utterly worshipped before.

"Worship" is the only word that could be given to what Celestia was doing to Flash's nethers. The woman quite-happily plowed her nose through the soft-soft ravine of his fannie, massaging and ravaging those golden cheeks as she slathered her tongue up and down the princessy seam between his testicles and boipussy. All the while, she got more than a few lewd hufffffs of his delicate crevices, and her body rolled with deep-seated growls from each long savory breath.

Flash whimpered and squeaked from all the flattering appraisals. With spasming muscles, he felt all across the bed—found a spare pillow—and clutched it hard to his flushed face as the woman continued to lovingly torment his privates. Half of Flash was shocked beyond belief that Celestia would indulge so much in the lewdest meal ever, but the other half—wisely—had somehow anticipated it.

Catching wise to Daybreaker's many-many divulging conversations, Flash had planned for the inevitable. Just prior to this week, he had set forth on the most elaborate manscaping (boiscaping?) project of his life. It wasn't too terribly difficult, considering that Flash had been mostly "smooth" down there as it was (shaving his legs was a unique sort of challenge, but that's another story). But then Flash had gone the extra step of changing his diet and using an enema just hours before making the drive to Indulgence. This—combined with multiple showers, during which he applied all manners of oils and fragrances to his nethers—guaranteed that Flash had the cleanest, prettiest, and most spotless behind in the entire continent. Truthfully, Flash's butthole couldn't have been cleaner if he had been born just yesterday in a dust-free NASA satellite contruction room.

The result of all his extensive efforts proved positive, and Celestia made her approvals known as she inhaled, groaned, inhaled again, and groaned even louder. "Mmmmm... sweet baby girl..." She reached a hand in, massaging and stroking Flash's delicate ball-and-string, all the while she kissed and licked and giggled her way up and down his rear. "Sweet baby girl~" She made his heart flutter as her voice vibrated through his tailbone. "Princess Tinkles is using her Queen's gift, I see."

"Eee-hee-hee-hee..." Flash giggled into the pillow. He pivoted his head aside, gazing across the cottage with a tear-stained smile. "I couldn't help myself..." It was an expensive lotion that Daybreaker had mailed to him just before the Getaway. T'was a smooth and filmy applicant that carried with it a clinging scent of baby powder—since Flash had confessed to her more than once that the seemingly innocuous smell turned him on more than anything else in the universe. "I figured that Her Majesty would enjoy ittttttttt—AAAAAAAH!" He shrieked, his back arching suddenly.

For—suddenly—Celestia's tongue had entered him. The only place a domme's tongue could enter a submissive pet in such a position. It was infinitely hotter... and wetter... than Flash had ever anticipated. And between the surprise, the heavenly sensation of being penetrated by such an intimate piece of his lover, and the sheer fact that Celestia would be so freely impulsed to do it in the first place—Flash felt himself quivering all over with joy and shock. He buried his face into the pillow and cried—long and deliciously—as his former School Principal literally ate his ass with reckless abandon. Once or twice, Flash tried crawling away—like a wounded prey—but Celestia pinned him down to the pillows, licking and lathering and stabbing even harder, all the while her hand tugged and toyed with his dangling genitalia. Her pet's fannie was a buffet and this domme was going to get her entire Sunday brunch's worth~

"Mmmmmmmmm-fuuuuuuu—" Celestia serenaded his insides, then licked her way back to the surface—swirling counter-clockwise—before puckering his pucker and squeezing his cheeks one last time. "Sweeeeeet baby girl..." Two kisses. Four kisses. Left and right and beaming. "So squeaky-clean and heavenly for Her Majesty." Another kiss—she'd never run out of them—and she gripped Flash's lower half, gently rolling the boi over so that his worshipped rear rested comfortably atop that fluffy mountain of pillows. His privates were now raised towards her like an altar offering, and she prostrated herself across the bed right before them, smiling wickedly. "Speaking of heaven—time to send you there."

Flash found himself facing up towards her, breathing rapidly as he clung the pillow to his puffied-nipples. "Oh gosh... I... I-uhhhh..." A nervous gulp, then a dumb smile. "But I didn't buy a plane ticket..."

Celestia fought the urge to snort. "You're such a Goddess-damned dork, Flash Sentry. I fucking love it." And the moment her mouth stopped speaking, it inhaled his entire sissy length in one swoop.

"Oh—OHHHH!" Flash yelped, hugging the pillow tighter—to the point of feathery bursting. His body heaved, the stack of pillows already propping his crotch up into Celestia's all-consuming mouth. He clenched his eyes shut and his naked toes dug into the sheets as he felt the woman's experienced tongue looping around his sensitive cylinder, bringing the full extent of his penis into warm, wet, wonderful rapture. It was felicitous chance—perhaps—that the sissy was so minimally endowed, for it afforded Celestia's mouth, lips, and tongue superior real estate to treat his "clitty" to such submarinal bliss. It was so hot and engulfing that the spasming boi could no longer tell where his abdomen ended and his lover's mouth began. The two had conjoined in this one act of lewd intimacy. He felt like he was catching on fire, and the conflagration electrified every cell of Flash's body as it swam its pleasurable migration up across his writhing form. "Aaaaaah... ahhhhhhh—FUCK!!!" the boi finally cussed.

"Hmmmmmmmm—schllkk—!" Celestia removed her wet mouth with a satisfying smack. She stroked the boi, smiling at his sweat-stained face. "Therrrrrre it is." A thin ribbon of saliva dangled between them, and she followed the trace of that gossamer bridge, leaning in to give his sissy member more than a few lathering licks—"Mmmmmmmmmm—!"—and toyed with the mushroom tip, stab-stab-stabbing his milkhole with her tongue and making him yelp. "Heeeeeeeee..." She stroked him, purring and breathing against the dainty shaft. "Princess Tinkles has such an adorable lil' clitty..." Celestia's eyes sparkled as she leaned in further to give his smooth little balls a playful eskimo kiss with her nose. "...and what a lovely coin purse, too~"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa—!" Flash's gaping moan shaped into a goofy grin. "—haaaaaa-ha-ha-ha!"

Celestia's sweaty brow furrowed. Her stroking of the young man slowed slightly. "What...?" She chuckled, smiling just centimeters from his lovingly-abused organs.

"Heeheeheehee..." Flash wiped a tear dry from his smiling face as he gazed at her from afar. "'Coin Purse?' Really?"

"Kink-shaming?" Celestia laughed, pointing at the tiny penis in her grip with a comedian's expression. "NOW???"

"No shame... just... heeeheeeheee...!" Flash floated breathily between chortles and moans. "Who's the dork now?"

"I'll show you 'dork.'" And Celestia inhaled him once again. Only, a new element was added to the torture, sliding warmly into a hot little hole where her tongue had explored just minutes previous.

"Gaaaaaaaaah!" Flash screamed, electric shocks issuing from his prostate—a prostate that his former principal's finger was now massaging, lovingly and earnestly, in perfect timing to her expert fellatio. Between her mouth wrapped around him and her finger penetrating him, he felt inescapably locked to his lover, and he could only rock and writhe into it—into her—feeling his body ascending to a plane of inevitable melting. "DeeDee!" he yelped the name that he most naturally knew after all these months—these months of working up the will and strength to surrender himself totally and completely to this wonderful, wonderful woman. "DeeeeDeeee~!!"

Celestia evidently approved, and her ministrations quickened—harder and hotter—which Flash didn't even know was possible at this point. And then his domme moaned in a pleasure that he couldn't even comprehend her experiencing during all this selfless servicing, and it broke his pretty little mind. His levees were soon to follow, far quicker than the sissy had hoped, and aside from sobbing Flash's first resort was to warn her.

"Deedee...!" Breathy. Earnest. Like a burning ceiling was about to collapse on them both. "Deedee! Oh gosh, Deedee, I'm going to—"

Celestia lifted suddenly on her knees. She didn't release her finger or her mouth at first, so Flash "lifted" with her, his legs suddenly dangling over her shoulders. The boi's lower half raised from the bed at a forty-five degree angle... fifty... sixty... as Celestia stroked and massaged his prostate, suckling and swirling his penis before removing her mouth to lick the base of the shaft above his aching balls. There—she suckled, smooching and humming. Flash's clitty throbbed with greater and greater intensity—the portent to a gunshot—and Celestia sang to it: "Make milkies, Princess~" She purred, licked her way up his dicklette one last time, and pumped the tiny thing with a "ring" made by her spare thumb and forefinger, aiming it down at his slanted body and the pretty-pretty face far below. "Sweet baby girl~ Make milkies for your Queen~"

"Uhhhh-Muhhhhhh—!!!" Flash's head tossed back and forth, baptized by sweat and tears and—"Aaaaah—AAAAAAH!!!" At last, the sissy erupted, his lower body thrusting into everything and nothing, urged on by her voice, her finger, her love. He felt a hot sprinkling of rain across his flat chest and face—but it was just his own essence being showered over himself in thunderously rapturous spurts... spurts... spurts.

Celestia licked her lips, counted his spasms around her finger, then frictiously slid it out—swiping Flash's prostate in exit—upon the very last ejaculation. This well-timed exit made the last shot a monsterous thing, and a truly voluminous load landed heavily across Flash's upper chest—which was currently embroiled in a prolonged yelp that soon shattered into a series of well-spent sobs. He hiccuped and cried, covered in his own fluids, slowly melting into a fetal position.

Celestia lifted him in her arms before he could shrink any more. The domme rested on her knees, cradling the boi tenderly, kissing and breathing across his ears and face for the time it took for him to float back down from the stratosphere. It wasn't entirely an empathetic gesture; Celestia took a few selfish moments to lick his chest and collar, devouring tonguefuls of the young man's sissy emissions. She hummed in delight, swallowing and savoring the taste of her pet, then resumed holding him close, sushing him and stroking his back as she rocked the two of them together within the soft crater that their lovemaking had made in the bedsheets.

"I love you, princess~" Celestia kissed his eyelids—twice each—and then passionately frenched his mouth, desperate to wake him back up from his bittersweet stupor. "Mmmmmmm—my pretty pansy pet. Such a darling doll." She stroked his bangs and cradled his chin so that she could gaze into her adoring smile. "That was really intense...!" She giggled. "Wasn't it?"

When Flash's eyes reopened, it was through crystalline tears. "My Queen..." He choked, slowly coming to. "I... I love... I-I love... ... ..."

Celestia blinked, and for a brief moment her face flickered with worry. "Too intense...?"

He put on a reassuring smile, then leaned up to kiss her lips once, twice. "I just..." Shuddering a bit, he leaned in to rest his wet face against her neck—evidently a favorite place of the pet's. "...j-just kinda sorta hoped I would have lasted longer."

Celestia hummed—chuckled—and leaned her face down to smell his hair. "Sweet baby girl..." She stroked his back. "...you wouldn't be the precious princess I fell in love with if you did."

"Mmmmmmm-love youuuuuuuuu..." he merely cooed.

"Heeheehee—so I've heard~" Celestia squeezed his shoulders, then repositioned them so they could stare eye-to-eye again. "And you know why I prefer sissy pets like you?" When she saw him blink curiously, she stuck her tongue out and winked. "Because you always come back to come. Soooooo easily. Heeheehee...""

There was a heavenly pause. Flash blinked thickly.

So—as if to prove her point—Celestia held a finger up. Smiling, she gently laid Flash down on the bed. He watched passively as she slid off the bed entirely, standing as tall and sexy as ever. With her eyes locked on his, she slowly and ceremoniously slid her panties down, exposing her hot wet sex.

Flash felt his breath leave him—like witnessing a divine miracle of God. He'd seen nude photos of Daybreaker's lower half before, but nothing matched the visceral reality blessing his naked eyes. Her vaginal lips were ripe, puffy, needing. A moist gloss coated her labia, and the pink folds of the inner slit brimmed with such color contrast to her alabaster flesh—a new day breaking. Wet beads—like gemstones—dotted the pubic hair crowning her entrance. Celestia didn't completely shave below the pantyline—she didn't have to. Her confidence and poise couldn't be bothered to afford such labor. Besides—clearing that forest would have been a crime, ridding the world of a soft tuft of pastel glory. It resembled an aurora, much like her hair—a nebulous halo that hovered just above her most sacred temple, and Flash's mouth watered as he imagined the cherishable womanly tastes that lay waiting in that garden.

That euophoric trek would have to wait, however, and Flash was slightly disappointed when he witnessed Celestia sliding back onto the bed towards him, front-first. That disappointment was soon replaced with breathless joy as the school principal—with hot and horny eyes locked on his—raised the panties directly to his face and commanded: "Inhale."

Flash did. The wet warmth clinging to that underwear tickled his nostrils wide, and Flash's lungs filled deliciously with the hidden essence of his lover. The scent of sunflowers and lilacs were still there—of course—but only now did Flash realize it was just the surface of Celestia, along with one or two other smells that the young man deemed were typical products of modern day hygiene. But beneath that—buried deep within the foundation of that woman—was something primal, earthy, and slightly sour—increasing with ripeness the more that he inhaled. It drew a moan from his inner being, for his body didn't know what else to do. Like an instinct kicking off, something his infant self likely caught a tiny whiff of nineteen solar revolutions ago and that he was destined to experience upon this fateful return. Flash's aching brain did loops, having to create a brand new file to catalogue this smell, delighting in the fact that he could return to this—and joyfully too—thanks to how lovingly Celestia had first introduced him to it.

Flash suspected that there were many moments during this intercourse when he could confidently said that he "lost his virginity." For the record, it was the first smell that made him a man—even if still a prissy sissy at best.

"Flash..." He heard Celestia purring—a voice that trilled like a momma cat with each breath—for she was suddenly cresting upon a new precipice of arousal. For what—he would soon discover. "...I know how you feel about penetrating a woman." She lowered the panties from his nose, letting him come to the surface for a clean breath as she slinked up alongside him. "You've told Daybreaker several times that—even if you somehow could—it's just not your cup of tea. And I'm okay with that. Truly, I am." She smiled, kissing his lips as she lay beside the boi. "But, even still..." She breathed hotly against him, and Flash could see her thighs squeezing together suggestively. "...there are times that I want you so damned much... that I dream of somehow putting you i-inside me." A dry gulp, and she smiled through her hungry need. "Well—maybe we can come up with a compromise~"

Flash blinked, lying limp and vulnerable—as he felt her grasping his legs.

"Lift with me, sweetie~" she cooed, and he felt the lacy kiss of her underwear gracing his toes and ankles.

The tiniest of meeps escaped his lips. Flash happily did as he was told, and he gasped in several tender waves as his mistress slid her wet panties up his legs before tugging them into place over his crotch. It obviously wasn't the first time he crossdressed so intimately, but this moment was thunderously, religiously different: it was Celestia's panties. They felt loose on him, more than a few sizes too big for the slight boi. But somehow this made for the most delicious sensation. He felt incredibly, unbelievably lewd lying on that bed in her underwear—feeling like a naughty son trying on his hot mother's lingerie when she wasn't looking.

Only she was—with hungry, rosy eyes. "Feel them, Princess." She leaned down and kissed his lips, stroking her bangs as their noses touched. "Feel me, Flash." She breathed hotly against his face, clutching a palm-ful of hair as her breasts dangled between them. "Feel how hot and wet and bothered my pussy's been while waiting for you... dreaming of you..." All the while, her palm rubbed loving circles across the front of her own panties, pressing the laced and floral etchings of the garment into his sensitive clitty, soaking him through and through with her warm sopping essence contained within. "If only you could count all the times I've touched myself in these very same panties... in anticipation." She gulped dryly, then brandished a devilish grin as she nuzzled his face once again. "Be inside me. Drown in my love. Say my name. Become one with me—your flower and mine, Princess~"

"Mmmmmm..." Flash was squirming heavily now, and it didn't take very long at all for Her Majesty's prophecy to come true, and his sissy clitty stiffened rapidly with each wet stroke her fingers circled against that floral lace and silkiness. "Mmmmm-my Queen...!"

"Therrrrrre we are." She cooed, then suckled at his neck and chin. It was her turn to bury her beautiful head into his shoulder, and Flash felt her hand leave his crotch—switching instead to her own. There was an audible wet noise—rhythmic and slightly percussive—which could only have been her fingers entering herself at a swift velocity. "Say my name, Flash," she repeated from earlier. It was too needy—too starving—to sound like the domme's usual commands. "Please. Please."

"Deedee...!" he blurted, desperate to grant her wish. He immediately winced, then readjusted: "Celestia...!" He squinted through one eye. "... ... ...Tia?"

"Hmmmmmmmm..." She kissed her way back up to his lips, and Flash sensed her hand stroking and stabbing harder at herself. "Pick a straw..." she purred, and that newly-catalogued scent in Flash's mind intensified, filling the room—the whole damn cottage. "...any straw... we b-both win...!" She huffed and puffed with a self-propelled lust as she poured over him, her curvaceous body once again engulfing the petite boi as the unquantifiable lust took over.

Flash was happy that Celestia had found per path towards a peak yet again, but he also felt more than a little bit ashamed that he had seemingly done very little to guide her there. So—with some daring, and risking his submissive role as a pet—he threw in a smidge of agency. His hands raised to grasp her shoulders and he kissed back, aiming straight for her lips.

His dominant Queen instantly grabbed both his hands in vice-like grips, ceasing any and all of his efforts. But—instead of punishing him for his brief assertiveness—Celestia vibrated with even greater energy, seemingly spurred on by Flash's move. She gave a motherly kiss to his forehead before sitting up, straddling his leg. Her sex was insanely hot where the pussy lips made contact with his lower thigh, and Flash shivered to feel moisture trickling down on both sides of his knee.

He was so distracted by this sensation that he hadn't realized that Celestia had stripped of her bra until he saw the lacy white garment sailing off towards the far end of the room. He looked up, spotting an eclipse of face peaking lustfully down at him beyond the crest of thouse double-dees.

"Flash..." She rasped, her nipples stabbing the air like twin assassins. "Do you... want to make... your Queen... feel good...?" She spoke between panting breaths, her hands running over and squeezing her own breasts as her eyes remained ever-fixed on the boi's face. "Like she did... for her Princess... earlier...?"

"Yes, Celestia~" Flash chirped. His sissyhood twitched earnestly within her panties. "Yes, ma'am, pl-please...!"

"Then do m-me a favor, my pet." She swallowed long and hard. "You're such a sweet... gentle. Respectful little sissy, and I absolutely adore you for it." Her hands reached down and grasped his wrists, raising them higher... higher. "But—for the moment—could you maybe pretend that you're like one of your old naughty friends from back in high school..." A flaring of her nostrils, and Celestia planted both of his palms directly over her boobs. "...and treat these as those boys would h-have if they were as lucky as you?"

Flash knew that she was waiting for an answer—but he hadn't the nerve to respond. Not vocally—at least. Flash still had to process the unbelievable sensation being bestowed upon him. He felt like he was palming two massive pillows—so incredibly soft. Way softer—and smoother—than he had ever imagined in all of his teenage years of philosophizing over the divine beauty of women's breasts from afar. Well—apart from the rock hard nipples that were stabbing his palms so hard that Flash was certain they would leave scratch marks. But that was simply a sign of his lover's arousal—as was this entire damned gesture. Suddenly—everything clicked: the fact that his mistress wanted something and that the boi was simply there to comply. So, at long last, he had an answer to give—and he gave it, by squeezing and massaging and mauling those bewbs. Viciously. Like a caveman—as commanded.

His Queen was very very pleased.

"Mmmmmmmm-yessssssssss..." She gasped... then gasped higher. Celestia had to bend down and forward to arch her bosom into the smaller/younger adult's grip, which was fine—because her lower body shifted in turn, grinding her sopping wet sex against his thigh, squeezing and dripping and repeating as his hands continued to punish her breasts. "Yes, boi! Yes—want me! Want meeeeee..." She hissed, slithered her hands up and lifted her fountain of hair—letting it cascade back down just so she could lift and tug at it again, tossing her sweaty face left and right as she moaned into the moment, rocking and rocking. "Show how much you desire this Goddess... mmm-mmm... you hot and horny little prick, you..."

Flash smiled—both amused and delighted by this sudden side of Celestia. Some of Daybreaker's words were recognizable in there—colored with the same fringe passion she would type in the deepests, seediest moments of late-night sexting via Fuchsia. From memory, Flash could draw the same motions that set her even further on fire. He swiped his thumbs left and right, flicking across her hard nipples as his other fingers dug in, almost shaping those massive mammaries into funnels from the ardent pressure.

"Guhh—Fl-Flash..." Celestia's breath squeaked inward, and he could see her biting her lip as he sensed her pussy grinding—sliding—faster over his leg. His thighs were growing numb by the weight of the woman, but she pressed down harder and hotter, much to his joy. "Flash—please... mmmm... p... p-pinch them—"

He was already aiming his fingers towards her nipples. Squeezing. Murdering—twisting even.

"Aaaaaah—FUCK!!!" She writhed atop the boy, pulling at her hair and arching her back. "Rrrrrrrrrrrrgh—fucking molest me you little whore!" In a sweaty slump, Celestia lowered herself on top of him, pressing her breasts into his gasping face, smothering him. She was grinding her pussy against the full length of his upper leg by now, soaking the bedsheets underneath them. "Ufffffff—such a goddamn little boislut!" She huffed and puffed and slithered a palm down underneath his head, clutching a handful of blue hair and shoving his face up into her cleavage, making it even harder for him to breathe. "That's what you've always been, huh, Fl-Flash?" The principal's whole body rocked and rolled on top of him. She seethed through her teeth as her hair fell loosely all around her face, forming a lewd shroud. "Just a sissy little bitch boi—waiting for this moment. Waiting for me!" She groaned and growled. "Well, worship me, you puny little manlet! Fucking worship your Goddess—!"

"Mmmmmmmffff—" He did the only thing he could—he kissed and moaned and slobbered into that fleshy ceiling suddenly afforded him. Celestia's bosom embraced his mouth and cheeks, so he returned the favor with tender little licks and responding as well as his lips could manage: "Celestiaaaaaaa—"

"Yes—yes!" The domme suddenly lost her vicious veneer, her voice taking on a high-pitched octave as she threw her head back, thrusting her breasts even harder into her mouth. "You want me so hard! Say my name, Flash! Please—"

"Celessssssssssss—"

"Groan it! Moan it into me! Into my breasts—"

She had lifted just enough for Flash to find the space to raise both hands and press her bosom tightly together. He took a breath, then licked all over her conjoined nipples, making sure to grant her silly wish: moaning through the desire and drool. "Deeeeeedeeeeee... Tiaaaaaaaaaa my Queeeeeeeeeeeeen—"

"Oh shit... shit!" A pained whimper escaped Celestia's lips. She thrusted and shook and—"Flash!"—locked in place, her eyes tense and shut. "Flash! I can't... y-you're so..." Her mouth opened to say something—but stayed opened even longer, just in time for a prolonged howl to fountain forth. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—FUCK!!!" The whole bed shook. Flash couldn't feel exactly why through how numb his legs had gotten, but then the full weight and length of Celestia collapsed against him, and he realized she was jolting and jolting from indefinable spasms deep within. "Flash—!!" She clung to her petite pet, as if their sizes had somehow reversed. "Fl-Flash! I... I-I..." She buried her face into the sheets beside him. "FRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!"

In a flicker of dumb innocence, Flash followed the worried twitch of his tender heart. Covered in sweat and other moistures, he looked at the woman collapsed across him with concern. "Deedee? Are you okay—?"

"YES, goddammit!" She shot up—still panting—then eased back down, pulling Flash into a close, naked hug. "I'm... I'm..." She breathed against his forehead, kissing his nose and stifling a sob. "Fuck, Flash, I love you so m-much...!" Her eyes clenched tightly for a few seconds, damming something deep within. "Fuck... fuck~"

Flash shivered helplessly in her grasp. He didn't know exactly what to expect from when the two finally coupled together. But now that so much had culminated, he couldn't help but feel a little lost. Even silly.

Daybreaker—Celestia—was more than equipped to relieve her darling lover's mind, especially after such a moment of intensity. She eventually summoned the strength to rise again, kissing him repeatedly—and softly—across his face and lips.

"I really do..." She said, her voice once again soft and dear "I really do love you so much."

She stroked his face, his arms, his sides. Once her hand reached his abdomen—where he was still wearing her panties—she opted to shift the two of them altogether. She propped herself in a reclining position, seated against a mass of pillows, and "cradled" Flash diagonally across her.

"Sweet Princess Tinkles..." The hot and horny valkyrie had vanished, replaced with a familiar goddess who had been ferried in on the tingling tendrils of afterglow. Her hand wandered over the bulge Flash's sissyhood made in her own underwear... and began stroking with featherlight motions. Flash gasped, feeling her warm touch teasing his privates, all the while she gazed down at his face with boundless adoration. "Here, my sissy..." She used her other hand to lift his chin—and mouth—to her bosom. "Love on me while I love on you~"

Flash exhaled slowly with relief. While he was happy—and more than a little bit turned on—by Celestia's nasty side, it was no big secret that the boi much preferred this softer... gentler persona of his domme. He was allowed the peace of mind to approach her bosom slowly, delighted to savor their taste this time. And it was indeed a very heavenly taste—salty from all their combined sweat but strangely sweet as well—or perhaps it was just the cotton candy state of Flash's girly-girly mind as he joyfully indulged in his former principal's milk bags.

His love of Daybreaker was multi-faceted—and discovering only an hour ago that she was also Celestia certainly added more luscious layers to the heart of his desire. He admired her maturity, her intelligence, her wit. He envied her elegance, her sophistication, and her beauty. Most important of all—he trusted her... and felt safe in everything she did to him, even the things that she poetically implied would hurt him.

But there was yet another facet to his mistress that Flash valued. Daybreaker's impact in Flash Sentry's life was synonymous with him embracing his feminine side. Be it wholesome or lustful, Celestia helped paint every wall of his inner mind baby pink. It dawned upon Flash that—if what Celestia had confessed about breadcrumbing him into Fuchsia was true—then she willfully drew that inner sissy out of him... straight out of hiding—perhaps so that the queen might put a leesh on that Pretty Princess Tinkles and blissfully domesticate her once and for all.

In short, Daybreaker—Celestia—was more than just his lover. She was his muse... his inspiration... his very reason for coming out of so many shells that it took what was once perceived as a failure and gussied it all up with a nice pink bow. And being there—in her arms, wearing her panties, nuzzling her bosom—felt like being enfolded in that same warm fuzzy fountain of femininity.

Flash Sentry was more than happy. He was home.

His Majesty welcomed his arrival with a lullaby. "Sweet baby girl~" She purred, stroking and petting his clitty through those womanly panties while her other fingers delighted in his feathery blue hair. "My delicate fairy flower~" Celestia hummed, closing her eyes and sucking her breath in as she felt his tender mouth suckling at one nipple, then the next, before resorting to the curves in between. "Mmmmmmm—such a sweet sissy princess~ How could this queen have gone on for so long without you? Hmmmmm?" She giggled like a fairy godmother—a difficult thing, seeing as Flash's mouth made her gasp and stammer every other second. "Oh! Ohhhhh... I... I would have gone insane by now... truly insane..."

She reached down between his legs, squeezing his sensitive pouch beneath that wet lace, before running a pair of playful fingers up and down the narrow bridge connecting his fruit to his entrance. Celestia applied pressure at intervals, expertly tickling the boi's perineal nerve—which summoned a startled moan of pleasure from his lungs.

"Hssssshhhh..." Celestia sucked her breath in, delighting in his groaning mouth against her bosom. She pressed his face tighter to her chest, struggling to keep her words steady as her other hand traveled back to his Adonis mound. "But I found you..." She gripped his shaft through the lingerie, slowly shifting the floral fabric along his meager length, sending spastic ripples up Flash's nervous system. "I found you, my sissy~ My Pretty Princess Tinkles~" She stroked a single finger repeatedly up the underside of his pantied wand, milking wetter and wetter beads of pre from his whimpering being. "Your Majesty has found you and she couldn't be happier, my pet."

Flash's mouth and tongue were missing Celestia's boobs completely at this point. She sensed him flounder—overwhelmed with yelps and squeaks of pleasure.

The woman exhaled warmly, giving his scalp a loving stroke before lowering his head altogether. "Shhhh—it's okay, sweetie. You can just lie back..."

"Uhhhhhhhnnffff...!" Flash's eyes rolled back—as did his head—and the boi's upper body draped limply over her knees while his lower body writhed and humped slowly into her massaging fingers. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh-yuhhhhh... ohhhhhhhh g-guh—!!" he mewled unintelligbly, sweaty and drooling.

"Yes. Yessssss my cherub." Celestia quickened her strokes of his little staff. Her other hand delighted in stroking his hair, his face, his neck just above the collar, then back up to his soft, soft hair. "Enjoy this." She blew kisses down at him, smiling with starry eyes at his flushed expression. "You deserve this."

"Muhhhhh—yes..." he cried, tears forming as his pupils shrank, affixed to some distant event horizon of indescribable pleasure, burning straight towards him at lightning speed. "Oh DeeDee—goddess—y-yes...!"

"You deserve this~" She leaned down to kiss his forehead. It was just the opportunity Celestia needed to sneak her hand under the laced waistband of the panties, where she proceeded to stroke and caress and stroke Flash with her bare palm. "Such a darling, dreamy little princess~ How could you not deserve pleasure??"

"Ahhh..." Flash hiccuped. Heaved. "Ahhhhh...!"

"To give pleasure and take pleasure." She kissed him again. And again. Her lips suckled on his earlobe, and she whispered: "That is the role of a pet. Embrace it. Scream it."

"Yes!" Flash's eyes rolled back again, and his hips rolled up into her hand. "Ohhhhh yesssss!" His head tossed left and right, and his voice mimicked the high pitch yelps of an adult actress in the throes of artificial climax. Except—for Flash—it came out completely natural, and Celestia adored him all the more for it. For letting her savor—in the flesh—the absolute doll that she had spent months fishing towards the surface. "Yessssssssssssssss!!!" His eyes shot back, gazing at her through rapturous tears. "So good...!" He huffed and humped and huffed. "It f-feels so goooood! Mmmmmm-Celest...! Celest...! Aaaa-aaaaah!"

"You're so good." Celestia hoisted his upper body up into a one-armed hug, forcing his face into her shoulder as she nuzzled the top of his head. "Come to me, now, my good good princess." Her hand rested inside the panties, palming his entire sex and slowly rubbing in sensuous little circles. She had to fight to keep her motions gentle; a burning flame had been brightly re-kindled deep within her. "It's okay, sweetie~" She cooed. "I've got you."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh—!"

"Your Majesty's got you~"

"... ... ...!!!" Incidentally, Flash lost the strength to shriek at his peak. His orgasm was a very quiet, spasming thing. He clung to her, emitting nothing more than tiny, almost-pained squeaks.

His ejaculations amounted to the same: a sissy trickle of hot-hot joy, rivering slowly into Celestia's loving, protective grip. While the woman's hand bathed in the warmth of his tender boimilk, her neck flushed from the heat of his blissful tears. Celestia smiled, more than a little bit pleased with the balance.

"Shhhh... that's right... that's right... let it all out, sweetie~" She pecked his face and ears and chin with more kisses, feeling her own heartbeat increasing as his emptying clitty twitched for the last few times. Her hand was sopping wet at this point. "So lovely~ So beautiful~"

Flash wept, hiccuping and shivering against her. It was a miracle that the poor virgin sissy hadn't passed out by now.

Well—virginity was only an abstract term of endearment at this point. Celestia chose to take advantage of that—including the fact that her lover was still conscious. Shushing him once more, she slowly—and carefully—pulled her hand out from the panties. Without spilling her palm's milky contents, she held it up to Flash's face, using her other fingers to brush his bangs back and allow him an obstructed look at his own essence.

"Here, honey~" She leaned in closer—bosom and all—until the timid boi was trapped between her and the makeshift bowl. "Be a good girl~" She stroked his hair, giving him the tiniest of pushes toward her waiting hand. "Be a good girl for your Queen, now."

Flash hesitated—for just a tiny second. Celestia couldn't be mad at the sissy for that. Especially since—taking a diver's breath—he soon leaned his head forward and obeyed his mistress. With long, luscious licks, he lapped up his own sperm like the good pet that he was. Celestia waited, proud and smiling, until he had replaced the lewd fluid across her palm and fingers with a thin layer of his own saliva. She made sure that he swallowed every last milky drop, and even giggled lightly as he went in for a twelfth coating, licking and suckling at her fingers—one after another.

"Okay—okay, sweetie..." She pushed him back until he slumped—panting and spent—in her strong arms. "That's enough! Heehee—you've made your queen so happy." Celestia hugged his trembling body from behind, nuzzling his neck and kissing his head through his hair. Her rosy eyes swept across the ceiling, and anyone gifted enough to look in on the intimate scene could tell that one last gnawing need was tugging at her facial expression. "Mmmm-but... if you think you're up for... making her even happier... ... ...?"

Flash drifted in and out of sapience, suspended in her arms. Part of him surfaced long enough from his orgasmic bliss to register the words she had just said. "Of c-course..." It was only when he spoke—and subsequently burped—that he realized his mouth, tongue, and gums tasted outrageously like semen. "...my... Queen...?" The sensation both startled and intrigued him, which was just the jolt Flash needed to keep from completely turning to putty.

Celestia could sense the shifting energy in his sissy muscles, and she reached around to squish his cheeks. "Consider that a palate cleanser," she purred, winking mishievously.

"Mrmmfff..." His mouth barely managed to function in her grip. "Mrmmmfff-for what?"

In answer, she merely kissed his forehead—a new favorite thing of Celestia's. Next, she laid him down onto the bed face-up, then waddled on her knees until she was looming just beside his pretty head. There was an audible series of taps—something they could both hear—and it took Flash a moment to notice the fresh dots of wet bedspread forming directly beneath Celestia. Her sex was soaking once again, and he could feel the hairs inside his nose curling from the sheer proximity of her desperate, burning heat.

"You..." She reached down, progressively shivering as she toyed with his bangs from above. "...you d-don't have to do much... not this f-first time..." She gulped, gazing down at him through sweatspace, her breasts starting to heave upon the eve of a massively gratuitous stunt. "There'll be time for m-mastering the basics later..."

Flash's lips pursed innocently. "Later...?"

"Please, Flash. I... I-I really really need this. But..." She took deep breaths, as if to sober herself for just a few seconds to say: "...if you're too tired or if you're uncomfortable then just say the safe wo—"

"I want what you want, Your Majesty," he slurred—albeit a breath that rippled through a delirious smile. He gazed up at her lovingly, eager to bring her to whatever ecstatic fruition she was evidently shuddering to achieve right then. Anything would be worth it—to return even a fraction of the pleasure and fulfillment that she had just given him minutes ago. "If I wasn't comfortable... your pet w-would say so."

"... ... ..." Celestia's whole body relaxed, although she was still overcome with tremorous anticipation. Her smile was a funnel of relief as she said: "Something tells me you'll really want this t-too..." She caressed his face one last time, and then swung one leg over him. "Except... ... ... I need it more." She straddled his neck with her knees, gazing straight down from a nosebleeding height so that their eyes and mouths were even. "Right now." She was nearly panting at this point, and what squeaked out next was positively pleading in tone. "O-okay?"

Flash looked straight up from his position. The boi could barely make out her face from the massive cliff of her breasts. Instead, another "mouth" loomed much... much closer... and it was "drooling" more than the other two in the room. He gazed into that glorious woman's flower and answered it: "Okay."

"Here..." With antsy fingers, Celestia reached down and guided both of his hands up to her thighs. "Right here." She kneaded his palms against her hips and buttocks. "Hold on tight. And... and if it's too much pressure or... or if you can't br-breathe..." She patted his knuckles for emphasis. "Just tap quickly. Okay? I... I won't suffocate you. I promise."

Flash gulped. Flash nodded. Flash opened his mouth.

"Okay—...!!!"

His blue eyes crossed as her Venus mound plummeted against him in a wet splash. Immediately, that musky and slightly sour odor from earlier filled his entire being. He thought that inhaling—and subsequently cumming—inside his lover's glorious underwear was the closest he'd ever allow himself to becoming one with Celestia. Flash couldn't have been more wrong, and his insides tingled all over by that suddenly overwhelming taste that filled every sinus, vacuole, and crevice of his sapient being. For the tiniest moment—precious and his—Flash considered himself supremely blessed to be the only person to have ever gotten this unbelievably "intimate" with Celestia. The boi knew better; Daybreaker had often admitted—and boasted—of enjoying multiple partners, but—for the time being—Flash was the veritable root of her joyous foundation. Literally. And he was proud for it.

He was also very... very uncomfortable. This was less a problem with Celestia, and more the fault of gravity. But even then—she went out of her way to be out of his way, resting her weight firmly on her knees and not Flash's cranium... and also grasping the bed's headboard above him for support. With such grip and control, she was able to rub and grind her needy sex against Flash's face without causing undo harm or suffocation.

But it didn't detract from how stifling, awkward, and hot the sensation was: being Celestia's hump toy. There was no point in pretending otherwise; Flash had long fantasized about this—or more specifically being the recipient of this. But those sexy dreams were almost always experienced within the foggy space of his mind while lying face-down and thrusting his meager boihood into a cushy mound of pillows. Here—he was lying face up, and an absolutely majestic amazon of a woman was using his lips, nose, and chin as a spongy springboard for her righteously selfish pleasure. Reality—as amazing as it was—had its raw hooks to navigate, and it scared Flash.

He wasn't scared for his safety, or else he'd have swatted Celestia's butt and sputtered the word "TROUSERS(!!!)" barely five seconds into the grind. But rather, Flash was scared that this whole situation would prove anticlimactic to the domme. Or—even worse—her assertive request may have been an obvious sign that he hadn't properly pleased her up to this point, and she had to take things into her own hands... or hips.

But then Flash remembered her orgasmic throes from earlier—and how damnably hard it would have been to "fake" such heavenly outbursts. And he also remembered the few times that he and Daybreaker both agreed—over Fuchsia—that femdom face-sitting was the hottest thing that they had ever contemplated.

And then—of course—there was the sopping wet vagina sliding back-and-forth-and-back-and-forth-and-back-and-forth across his lips and chin currently. That was certainly a helpful clue—as were Celestia's warbling shrieks echoing across the ceiling above their raunchy rodeo.

"Mmmmm... yessssss..." Celestia ran her hands slowly up her body, like she was groping and reveling in another woman's gorgeous hourglass besides her own. "Y-yes, Flash...!" She lingered especially on her own breasts, rubbing and rotating them towards each other, away, and back again. "Ohhhhhh thank you...!" She huffed, tugged at her hair, and writhed her lower body back and forth as a deliciously dumb smile dripped across her face. "Thannnnnnnk youuuuuuu...!!"

Flash blinked. Alright, so maybe it was high time he stopped doubting his proficiency at being a 'good' pet. Granted, it was also obvious to the boi that he had little to no agency in contributing to Celestia's current nymphomaniacal state. The woman was just so damned horny right now that it was inspiring. She could have just as easily been grinding her pussy over a sea barge at the moment. The fact that the object lying between her legs just happened to be the barely legal young man she had fallen in love with was merely a bonus—and it sent a flutter into Flash's heart that he could actually be such a positive contribution to her pleasure by merely existing.

Flash Sentry had managed to keep his virginity in tact until the healthy age of nineteen. This wasn't due to him trying and failing to be a horndog stud. Rather—Flash long lacked a great deal of confidence. Part of this was due to... just being a good wholesome boi in general. But a lot of it also had to do with his less-than-masculine physicality, his self-defeating introversion, and—naturally—the unhappy conclusions to his relationships with Sunset Shimmer and Princess Twilight.

More than anything, Flash Sentry wanted to be useful to those around him—especially lovers.

And—well—if being useful meant "being used," then so be it. Flash long dreamt of being objectified, as base and deplorable as the concept may have sounded in a sane echo chamber. He'd often have deep and convoluted imaginings of being the lewd "morale cheerleader" to a handsome football team or a hands-and-knees servant for a bridge club full of milfs. He'd wear whatever and endure whatever—so long as he knew that it was bringing others pleasure, even hearing their audible gasps, sighs, and grunts. He thought it was only pure fantasy that he could embody all of these things and also enjoy the prospect of being pleased and cuddled in return. But then he met Daybreaker, and Daybreaker turned into Celestia, and Celestia became this hot and heavy cowgirl convulsing upon his face.

"Fuuuuuu—Unnnhh!" Up and down—front and back—his former principal rode him. "Heeee-hehehehe..." She stroked her hands over her own face before cupping a breast with one palm and gnawing on a loose finger with grinning teeth. "Guhhhh—so wet. Goddess, I'm so fucking wet! Do you t-taste it, my pet?! Do you taste how absolutely fucking wet you m-make me?!?"

So, yes. Flash was uncomfortable. Flash was being used. He could indeed taste all that hot moisture dripping out of his lover's femme faucet hole, and he wasn't entirely certain that he'd ever take a liking to it.

And with all of those things in consideration, Flash was still happy. Yet again, Celestia—his beloved Daybreaker—had proven that there was seemingly no limits to which this relationship could be deemed "perfect." And it was only their first day together.

All that it needed was a cherry on top. Silly—Flash thought—seeing as he was now completely devoid of one. Unpopped, at least.

On a personal dare, the boi reached his hands up and tap-tap-tapped Celestia's thighs rapidly.

"Guh!!!" the woman gasped sharply—as if mortally afraid that she had decimated her petite princess while in the throes of self-pleasure. She lifted instantly, blinking down with concern. "T-Tinkles...?" she mewled, shivering and dripping.

But Flash was more than fine. He just needed to take a breath... and then to gently grip Celestia's thighs, slowly lowering her back down towards him—but not all the way. He guided her into a shallow hover, then reached up to try and add some poetry to the grinding mix.

He began with his tongue—experimental, exploratory. He found brand new shores in that shadowed domain, silk-silk lips moistened upon the fringes of a nebulaic forest, all smelling of woman and need. Every touch of his tongue sprung more ambrosia from the tap. It was musky, salty, and... some other word that Flash couldn't describe, even with the catalogue his mind had updated after the great Panty Transcendance of Twenty Minutes Ago. But somewhere beyond that—deep and hidden—was a curious sweetness. He couldn't tell if it was actually there beyond all of the less-than-savory flavors Flash was enduring, or if it was something his lizard brain concocted in order to keep him dedicated to his current service.

However, Flash's lizard wore a pink tutu, so he dove in deeper, slithering his tongue into those flowery folds, exposing a divine pocket as old as time that dribbled even more essence against his mouth and jaw, coating him with a mystifying perspiration.

But it was nothing compared to Celestia's sweat at the moment. "Oh goddess—FLASH!" Her voice boomed—an inch of it stemmed in protest. She was so hell-bent on being in control of that debauched cowgirling, but then Flash's sudden and willful acquisition of the wheel took a waterfalling crest that loomed miles away and suddenly thrust it just beneath her trembling knees. The maw mesmerized, consumed, and she was now going to plunge into it far... far sooner than anticipated. "Ohhhhhh... ohhhhhhhhhhh Princess! You are so eager!" She cupped her face as her lower body relaxed into his flick-flick-flicking tongue. "Yes! Yesssssss sweetie! Kitten licks! Happy little kitten licks! Mmmmmmmmmm—yeahhhh-hahahahaaaa!" She reached a hand down and stroked his delicious blue threads as her abdomen swung in rhythmic wheels with his tongue as the spoke. "Want me! Taste me! Drink me...!"

Flash struggled to keep up with her constant, shifting movements. He wasn't about to tap her thigh and make her stop again. She was racing towards a finish and he wanted to be awake for it—for he could already tell that just five more minutes of this blissful madness and he might literally black out. Rather than dwell on his pathetic stamina, the boi tried to penetrate his tongue as deeply as he could into her. In so doing, his nose brushed up against her pastel bush. A moan escaped his lips—more so from ticklishness than reacting to Celestia's admittedly arousing outbursts—but he tried to stifle it. It was a bad idea to breathe or exhale into the vagina, Flash remembered. He read that somewhere, or heard it on Youtube. Whatever. He couldn't tell anymore. His face was ninety percent pussy juice by now and it was doing things to his pretty, fluffy mind.

"Uh! Yes!" Celestia shrieked, her voice growing hoarse and indistinguishable upon the summit of some unseen mountain betweenthem. He felt her legs—and whole body—lock up as if she had just been dealt buckshot. "R-right there! Mmmm—sweetie...!!!"

Cartoon question marks nearly materialized above the boi's pretty brow. Why not? Everything else had reached such deliciously surreal heights. Flash opened his eyes—more like squinted them through tangy, burning sleet—and discerned an infinitesimal nub of puffy longing, just poking before the pubic tree line. Every time his nose grazed it, a sharp and melodic yelp escaped from Celestia's heaving lungs.

"Please... Flash... my pet—I'm b-begging you—!"

Flash smiled—as much as he could afford while spelunking, that is. He was drunk!sleepy, bobbing up and down in the tenuous waters between "horny" and "afterglow." If it was possible to feel any more content—right there nestled between the thighs of the most beautiful woman in the world—he couldn't imagine. He was almost too scared to find out, so he decided it was time to zero-in on the self-destruct button. He clearly identified it now; Flash had seen the South Park movie at least a dozen times.

He slid his way in, gliding his nose across Celestia's hood like a shark's dorsal fin. When what throbbed beneath was completely and fully exposed—he lashed at the adorably engorged nub with his tongue. What instantly followed almost deaffened him.

"Yessss! OH YES!!!" Celestia's grip of the headboard slipped. She teetered, flailed, and braced her palms against the plush sheets beneath them as she face-fucked into Flash's oral barrage. "Keep—just—mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm—don't stop! DO. NOT. STOP." Her face tensed, and she seethed through her teeth like she was giving birth—or maybe wanting to unbirth him. Or cupcakes. With shiny sprinkles. Butts. In any case, more than her metaphorical water broke between each frenzied cry: "Uhhhhhhhh GAWD! No no... no no no no no no no no—!"

Flash was confused by Celestia's negatives—but even more confused that he had ceased his tongue-flicks out of concern and still she was grinding across his face with increasing tempo. Whatever spark had fired off in her being, he was now a helpless audience to it. The wetness increased, as did her spasms.

And her volume: "Noooo-ohhhhh GOD! It's coming! It's coming, Flash, and it's so big! I'm gonna... I-I'm gonna..." She hitched her voice suddenly. The nerves normally assigned to her lungs were busy summoning far more important behemoths from the depths. There was just enough oxygen for her to throw forth: "Princess. Can't. Hold it. Love you. Forgive...!"

Somewhere between those fragments, Flash's mind wove a narrative. His heart jolted—both in fear and in anticipation. He remembered several tender confessions Daybreaker had once made over Fuchsia. Together, they formed a mosaic. A warning—something given months in advance, which more than made up for Celestia's pathetic excuse of a cautionary cry just now. Flash's mistress had traveled through time and space to prepare him for what was about to happen, and he trusted that if he just slid out of the way he might avoid it.

Instead, the submissive pet clasped Celestia's waist with both hands and pulled himself up—pulled himself up to her sex, kissing and suckling his lips tightly around her clit, opening the gates for her—so that she wouldn't hold back any longer.

And she sure as Hell didn't.

"!!!" There was no outburst from Celestia when she came. That made for an adorable commonality between the two today. What followed next was considerably less similar or adorable: namely the rhythmic spray of fluids squirting out of her pussy and showering Flash's subservient face with a most sacred baptism. He would later admit that he had his eyes shut for the duration—and it was a duration. The boi's senses "counted" four and a half seconds of spasmic discharge in full, which was impressive for a woman of any age. If she was the same domme who had hungrily tracked him down outside in Indulgence an hour ago, maybe she'd have the sadistic werewithawal to aim all her squirting wetness straight into his mouth. But she simply didn't have the strength—or comprehension—to do anything but flinch in a mute conniption. That's how Flash knew that her climax must indeed have been a mind-blowing one, and for the first time since meeting the boi almost envied her.

Almost.

And then—like all things in life—it was done. Celestia collapsed, somehow summoning the strength and skill to throw herself sideways instead of crushing Flash's tender body with her shapely buttocks. Once those wet olympics had exhausted, the two lay awkwardly perpendicular across the massacred bed, gazing and panting and gazing and panting towards the cottage ceiling in separate but comparable degrees of "soaking."

It was Celestia who summoned the strength to speak first. "Holy shit."

Flash gulped. "Uh huh," he squeaked in a girlish tone.

"I... I really... really... really... really needed that..." Celestia—breasts jiggling—threw a dainty wrist over her slick brow, squinting into infinity. "Because... b-because..." A gulp. "... ... ...Holy SHIT."

Flash's lips curled ever so slightly. He hadn't the muscle to look at the woman, no matter how intensely he loved her at the moment. "Uh huh... ... ..."

Celestia raised her hand—only for it to fall limply back to the bed. She repeated the motion, likewise failing. Finally—with a defeated sigh—she stammered: "Princess...?"

"Mmmm... ... ... Y-yes, my Queen?"

"Are you... seeing the same goddamn stars that I am?"

"You... mean all the pixie dust?"

"Okay, uhm..." Celestia huffed, rolled her eyes, and covered her eyes with that same weak wrist. "...what say we take a teensy-weensy little break, my pet?"

"That's... fine by me, Deedee."

"Because... eheh..." Celestia smiled drunkenly into her sweat. "...holy shit."

"Heeheehee-yeahhhhhhhh..."

"Heh heh heh... hahahahah..."

It took a good three minutes before the domme found the strength to crawl over and cuddle her pet close to her, and that was finally when the smiling boi felt content enough to close his eyes—knowing that such unbelievable beauty wasn't going away anytime soon.