Hivemind Control

"Tasty stuff," smiled Dip, leaning back and rubbing his stomach. "I'm not usually fond of chickpeas, but that was a good soup."

Celestia raised an eyebrow. "You don't like garbanzo beans?"

"I just think there are better beans. I liked the kidney beans, for example."

"Any particular reason?"

Dip looked up at the ceiling. "As you can imagine, being an athlete, a high protein diet has had me trying a large assortment of beans and legumes. Helps build muscle mass and all that. Likewise, very little fats and sugars. Natural sugars, like honey, carrot and onion are fine, but that's because they come with all kinds of other beneficial things."

"That's why I chose minestrone," admitted Celestia. "It's a high-protein meal."

"Yeah, but when I have my mom make it, she doubles the kidney beans and doesn't add any chickpeas. Just a personal preference. My dad doesn't like them, either."

"I like beans," smirked Celestia. "They have a very nice texture, warm and soft with a rich flavour. Placing them on my tongue and pressing them against the roof of my mouth is just a spectacular feeling."

Dip looked to Celestia, raising his eyebrow. "I... guess?"

"And then sucking on them until that thick, creamy paste comes out to grace my tongue with its churned up insides..." she licked her lips slowly.

Dip looked down at his bowl, then up at Celestia. "We're not talking about the food anymore, are we?"

"Nope." Celestia stood up, walked around the table, and placed her hoof under Dip's chin, raising him from his seat. His lips met hers, and his hoof stroked her neck. "It's time I felt your touch."

"Shouldn't we move to a bedroom, or something?"

With a blinding flash of light, the conference room disappeared. Celestia grabbed Dip by the shoulders and pulled him on top of her, falling backward onto bed that materialized under her. He was not expecting that, as evidenced by his collapsing into her chest.

She was soaking wet by now, having spent the entirety of dinner looking forward to this, trying very hard and failing to keep from rubbing herself. She reached between his legs, grabbed his budding erection, and placed it at the entrance of her vagina. A more clear invitation she could not give.

As he pushed his way into her, her mind closed off. All she wanted, all she cared about, was having his cock inside of her. It was magical, beyond anything she'd ever felt from her myriad previous partners. Thousands of stallions had been with her over the centuries, but none of them compared to this. Her loins were on fire, and his cock was there to douse the flames in its cooling liquid.

Once inside, he began to stiffen even more as his thrusts picked up in speed and power. Soon, he settled into a groove, pumping rhythmically into her as if he were a machine. He had the core strength to control his movements, training to help him breathe and to keep himself going at a natural pace, and the stamina to keep active without stopping for a long, long time.

What he did not have was the ability to hold off his own orgasm. Less than five minutes in, he fired his first load into her womb. Normally, this would be a disappointing turn of events, but his semen sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, such an intense pleasure she couldn't believe she'd never felt before. She needed more. Much, much more.

As he pulled out and began to shrink down, she hungrily swallowed the softening flesh, trying desperately to skip the refractory period. She was certain that she'd do it, too, as the remnants of his seed were still stuck to his shaft, prompting her to fervently devour him.

After a few minutes, he was reinflated and ready to go again. She climbed up on top of him and prepared to ride him, but then he grabbed her by the hips and began to buck. She didn't mind, as he had the control and stamina to keep her satisfied for a long time, assuming he could also last.

The second bout lasted much longer than the first, as did the third, fourth, and fifth. He was so drained by that point that he'd passed out twice, not due to exhaustion, but dehydration. When Celestia finally had her fill and fell asleep still holding his cock in her mouth, Luna had already had Twilight raise the sun.

It was several hours before Dip woke up again. With a significant limp, he walked out of the bedroom, making his way down to the kitchen. He didn't need a lot of cleanup, as Celestia had swallowed everything, but he did need something to reenergize him. He started with a pint of grapefruit juice to restore his lost electrolytes, then asked the kitchen staff to prepare some lunch for Celestia and himself, which he would then bring to her. Not having any plans today, he didn't feel the need to leave the castle, and likely wouldn't, unless Celestia asked.

"Well, well," came Luna's voice from the doorway. "If it isn't Tia's new boy toy."

Dip cocked his head to the side. "I'm sorry?"

"I managed to catch some of her dreams," smirked Luna, folding her arms as she sat across the table from Dip. "Very graphic stuff."

Dip looked around. Nopony else was there. "I'm... sorry?"

"Don't be. Ever since her first date with you, she's been wet enough that you'd think she fell into the ocean. And you... You're a boat, floating in that ocean, with a big, triangular sail made from a fine cloth."

"I... thanks, I think?"

"Do take it as a compliment," smiled Luna. "After all, there's something that a big cloth sail would indicate."

"Oh? What's tha-hah-Ah--!"

He was cut off as Luna's hind hoof reached under the table and began massaging his cock. He was still tender from last night, and had yet to regain all of his energy.

"A sail that big can only be held so high by a long, sturdy mast, like this one here."

Dip shuddered and moaned, unable to hide his reaction. He could neither leave, nor deny her advances. "Th-thank you for your k-k-kind w-words, princess."

"Don't mention it," smiled Luna. "What you can mention is that I'm open to the idea of having a double date. You will tell Celestia, won't you?"

"Hah-ah!" he squeaked, firing off a pitiful load that stuck to the underside of the table.

"Good boy. Run along, now."

Dip stood up and grabbed the food cart that had just come for Celestia and himself. He rushed out of the room, having second thoughts as to how far he'd gone down this rabbit hole.