Holding Fast and Letting Go

I want to stick my tongue in her fat ass.

Dr. Mary Parvotti couldn’t help the intrusive thought. She considered herself a bit of a connoisseur, having had many opportunities over her thirty-one years to sample rear-ends of many different shapes and sizes. But the fantastically plump butt she was looking at now was a work of art, in a class of its own. It was like putting finger paintings up against the oeuvre of Monet.

It wasn’t as if she herself was any slouch in that department, either. She’d often heard her old friends from college call her names like “thicc” and “Pixar mom” when they thought she couldn’t hear, and she always noticed the looks she got when she squeezed herself into the little black dress she was currently rocking, trying to make an impression at formal functions like this one. Her short brown hair and smallish breasts didn’t always do her many favors, but she could always depend on her tight round posterior to draw attention.

In any case, nobody was looking that closely at her tonight, and for good reason. A historic personage was sitting there at the long dining room table alongside a handful of other dignitaries, representing an event without precedent in the long arc of humanity’s existence. As such, it was wholly fitting that the subject of Mary’s fascination was something very different from a human. Different, but not entirely so.

A forkful of tender chicken hovered in the air supported by nothing, floating over to a pale white muzzle which opened to take a delicate bite. Big bright eyes shone with genuine pleasure, and the smile beneath lit up the darkened room. “Wonderful. This dish alone was worth the trip.”

Any way you looked at it, Princess Celestia, otherwise known as the Sun Princess, was a horse. She was at least half again the size of the largest Earth stallions and colored an impossibly brilliant shade of white with prismatic highlights in her coat and eternally flowing mane, but the general form was unmistakable. It had been the first thing the media commented on when she sauntered out of the strange portal, alone, in the middle of Times Square a month prior.

Mary’s gaze went to that heavy rump, perched upon the lucky cushion on the floor. Big, round, and emblazoned with the now-famous sun sigil—or cutie mark, as it was apparently called—her eyes had been drawn to it again and again throughout the dinner. Of course, they couldn’t find a chair that could hold her size and weight, but Celestia had graciously suggested a seat pad to rest her haunches upon, waving aside the protests of nervous government officials about a visitor from another world sitting on the floor like an animal. She was gracious about a lot of things, actually…and hard as stone about others. Mary was sure she’d been in these ambassadorial situations many times before.

One of the uniformed generals to her left chewed thoughtfully on his own rare steak as he blatantly stared at the visitor. “Kind of shocking that you can even eat our food, much less enjoy it. Certainly makes things easier for everyone, but I wouldn’t have bet on it for first contact.”

Mary took a sip of water. “The Princess has been very forthcoming with, ah, access to her person for research purposes. The lab couldn’t ask for a better subject, and we were able to figure out her nutritional needs quickly with her cooperation.” She paused, still marveling at the unreality of the whole situation. Thirty days, and yet the time before Sun Princess Celestia’s arrival in their dimension still felt like another age. “There aren’t many xenobiologists out there, and none of us go into the field expecting much direct application of our knowledge. I consider myself fantastically lucky.”

The woman across from her in the cream-colored formal dress finished her glass of wine to the dregs, then motioned for another, brushing long red curls away from her freckled face as she waved for the waiter’s attention. “I wouldn’t call that luck, really. You worked hard your whole life, and when the time came, they picked you because you’re the best. Not like me, who was just in the right place at the right time.”

Her light Irish brogue was already somewhat slurred, and she took a big swallow of her fresh glass. “Ridiculous, isn’t it? The interview of my career and a Pulitzer in the bag, all because I happened to be doing a damned traffic story when she just traipses in front of the camera out of nowhere, casual as you please. What else what I supposed to do?” She blinked, as if suddenly aware of the state of herself. “Pardon my language, Princess.”

Celestia’s voice was a viola playing the sweetest melody. “Not at all, Ms. Taggart…or, may I call you Erin? I’ve always believed that luck is its own type of magic, possibly even more powerful than my own. It led me here, to both of you, and as a result things have gone much more smoothly than they might have otherwise. Don’t ever discount luck.” The pure white spiral jutting out of her forehead glowed, and her own wine glass lifted into the air.

Mary had spent a good amount of time with Princess Celestia in the past few weeks, but she still needed the occasional reminder that the visitor wasn’t really a horse. She called herself an alicorn, and if you were going to send out an ambassador from a magical realm, using a unicorn crossed with a pegasus seemed like the way to make a strong first impression. Of course, the undersized white wings at her back had to be vestigial; there was no way they could ever carry her considerable weight. Not with their current knowledge of aerodynamics.

With magic, however, everything humanity thought it knew was turned upside down. Celestia had demonstrated many outrageous abilities to the world’s leaders, but even the simple telekinetic manipulations of cutlery fascinated the biologist.

She hadn’t been the only one. Some nations had joined together to push for more access to Celestia’s abilities, and now an impeccably-tailored representative of that bloc raised his steak knife from down-table. “I do hope the relationship between our worlds can grow enough for you to trust us with this ‘magic,’ Princess. Give us a chance to prove ourselves worthy of your secrets. As I’ve said before, I believe we have much to teach each other. Wouldn’t you agree with that, at least in theory?”

Celestia put a gilded hoof to her chin as if in thought, then she looked at Mary. “What do you think, Dr. Parvotti? Could you, yourself, be trusted with magic?”

It felt like a test, and she hesitated before deciding that truth was the simplest approach. “Part of me would love that, Princess, I’ll admit. Something like telekinesis would be like a dream, but…” Mary frowned. “I can’t guarantee that I wouldn’t use it to murder someone someday, on accident or otherwise. I know that about myself.”

She sat back in her seat, fully aware of the Princess’ serene gaze. “But more than that, I think magic should be magical, if that makes sense. When we understand how something works, it becomes technology. It loses its wonder, its ability to inspire. I guess…look, I know it sounds crazy for a scientist to say this, but I don’t need to learn all the ins and outs of spellcraft right now. It would be like waking from a dream.”

Princess Celestia stared at Mary for a few more seconds with an unfathomable expression. She then turned and called for a waiter, who only came up to shoulder height next to the reclining visitor. “A bottle of your cheapest wine, please. No need for anything fancy.”

When it was brought, she levitated the bottle out of the presenting basket as she looked around the table. “As a gesture of sincerity, I shall teach this spell to whoever wishes to learn it. It’s only minor hearth magic, so it shouldn’t be too…disruptive, but you should find it useful. Normally, alicorn magic can only be used by an alicorn, but a new world means new rules, and some of you have potential. Now, watch closely.”

The glow around her horn began to slowly shift through rainbow hues. “This isn’t the flashiest spell, but I’m sure you’ll all appreciate the results.” Mary soon saw the air around the bottle glowing in synch with Celestia’s horn, and she found herself holding her breath in suspense.

After half a minute, the glow faded. Magically popping the cork, Celestia gave the initial pour to the journalist sitting across from her. “As the first human to communicate with a being from another dimension,” the Princess said with a mischievous grin, “you should also be the first to try magically fermented wine. I get the impression that you have an appreciation for such things.”

Erin gasped at the unexpected honor. “I…I don’t know what to say…”

“Don’t say anything,” Mary said with a laugh. “Just take the drink offered in goodwill.” She harbored no jealousy toward the reporter. There would be plenty of firsts to come in the future.

With a bright smile, Erin took a sip. Her eyes instantly widened in wonder. “This is unbelievable. It’s like ambrosia!”

“You may call it that, if you like,” Celestia said as she watched Erin finish her glass with that ageless smile. “This spell can turn even the meanest wine into the finest vintage. It also works on liquor. I’d actually be curious to see the effects on the different spirits of this world, so please, experiment as you like.” Noises of amazement went up and down the long table as the Princess called for more wine to convert and glasses for the others.

While her attention was elsewhere, Mary once again found herself closely examining the Princess’s backside. She didn’t know what the visitor ate in her own world, but it was clear where the calories went. Mary tried to tell herself it was the biologist in her that motivated her urge to reach out and touch the white flesh, and she tried to imagine what she would feel. Would her ass be muscular and unyielding, like the flanks of a workhorse, or would her fingers sink into pleasing softness?

And what was between those glorious cheeks? Mary leaned back a little as she tilted her head, trying to catch a glimpse of what she truly sought…

“Would you like a taste?”

Mary’s head jerked upwards. A floating wine glass full of ambrosia hung there before her, and behind that, an equine face full of amusement.

“I…yes. Thank you.” Mary took the proffered glass with a shaky hand, cursing her sudden timidity. She had no illusions about Celestia’s ability to see right through her, but she was glad the visitor seemed to have a sense of humor. The last thing she needed was to cause an inter-dimensional incident.

Celestia nodded. “I hope it’s to your liking, little pony.” She immediately gasped, then let out an embarrassed chuckle. “Forgive the offense, Dr. Parvotti. I don’t mean to demean you. Some habits are very hard to break.”

Mary shook her head vigorously. “No offense taken, Princess. In fact, go ahead and call me that if it makes you more comfortable.” It seemed like some sort of term of endearment, and the biologist found herself flattered that Celestia had grown comfortable enough with her to use the phrase. In companionable silence, they both watched the dignitaries enjoy their ambrosia with delighted exclamations in various languages.

“I adore this part of the process,” Celestia said at a volume that only Mary could hear. “New relationships, new opportunities. It doesn’t always go this well.” She telekinetically swirled her own glass without taking a drink. “These moments are always so pregnant with potential, but there’s something sweet about the waiting before reaching out to grasp what we seek. I almost don’t want to empty my own glass, so I can linger in this emotion. Isn’t that strange?”

“Not at all,” Mary replied, tasting her own ambrosia. It truly was outstanding, and so strong! “There’s a word for that in one of our tongues. ‘Vorfreude’ is German for ‘the feeling of anticipation before claiming a thing long desired.’ Roughly. I’m afraid I don’t speak the language.”

“Hmm.” Celestia’s eyes were on Erin, the Irish-born journalist with the magical luck, currently finishing her second glass with relish. The Princess’ expression was neutral, but Mary sensed something beneath the placid facade. Not for the first time, she wondered what the real Princess of the Sun was like, away from the generals and politicos and news cameras. What would it take to get close enough to find out?

Abruptly, Celestia rapped a gold-sheathed hoof against the table, calling for silence as she floated her glass to the center of the dining room. “A toast, my new friends. To vorfreude,” she said, glancing over at Mary. “May we all learn to live in the moment before grasping the future.”

Cries of agreement went up around her. However, before Celestia could take a drink, Mary raised her own delicate crystal aloft.

“One more, if you don’t mind.” She’d meant to address the room, but she only had eyes for Celestia as she spoke. “To magic. May we never lose our wonder.”

The Sun Princess met Mary’s gaze as she clinked the biologist’s glass. “To magic, little pony.” And she drained her ambrosia in a single gulp.

Mary opened her eyes into darkness. She lifted her head as she blearily looked around, hearing a soft electronic tinkling sound somewhere to her right, and another soon after.

Familiar forms began to take shape as she remembered where she was. To her left, ocean waves broke against a moonlit beach just outside her bedroom window.

Secret island bases were par for the course for any decent-sized government, and arrangements had quickly been made to house Princess Celestia in comfort and seclusion. More of a hotel than the military installation it actually was, the suite she’d awoken in was as plush as any Hilton. There would be other, better facilities later, but the biologist had found their lodgings more than adequate for such short notice.

Mary sat up on the bed and took stock of herself, seeing that she hadn’t even changed out of her dinner outfit. She put a hand to her forehead, shocked at the fact that she couldn’t remember how she’d made it back to her room. A drunken blackout was a new experience for the biologist.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “God, that wine must have put me on my ass. Tell me I didn’t do anything too unprofessional.” Mary grabbed the provided burner phone from the bedside table, and groaned as she saw 1:20 a.m. on the screen. She was preparing to strip and burrow under the covers until the morning before realizing she hadn’t checked her messages.

She entered her passcode with an uneasy feeling, seeing two unread texts. They had both been sent within the past few minutes, as if timed to her awakening.

The first read, “Come to my room.”

The second read, “Alone.”

The name of the sender was simply, “C.”

Mary stumbled off the bed and into her flats, cursing to herself as she wondered what idiotic actions she now had to answer for. She thought of changing clothes, but something told her that haste was more important than what she was wearing. The bright fluorescent lights of the facility hallway almost blinded her as she left her room, and she headed for the elevator to the top suite as quickly as she could without actually breaking into a run.

Her apprehension only increased riding the lift to Princess Celestia’s floor, and she slowed her pace as she walked down the last hallway toward the interior quarters. Mary didn’t know exactly what she was afraid of, but her stomach was doing somersaults, and the feeling intensified as she went further. She worked through scenario after scenario in her head, trying to figure out what the Princess could want with her at such a late hour, but nothing reasonable came to mind before she finally reached her destination.

She sighed. There was nothing for it, she knew, except to face whatever was coming with as much dignity as she could muster. Steeling herself, she raised her fist to knock, but as she did so she saw the door move slightly.

It was unlocked and unlatched. Beyond, she heard movement and soft voices.

Mary hesitated. Protocol instructed her to not walk in unannounced, but she had been invited. That, and an open door in a place like this was suspicious. If there was a problem, or even some kind of danger, then…

“Princess?” Mary called as she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The first thing she noticed was the smell. It was more accurate to call it a musk, thick and heavy, a locker-room aroma that assaulted her nose. It was the stink of exertion and bodily fluids, familiar on its surface, but also alien and intriguing. She caught herself taking deep whiffs of the air, wondering at her own reactions.

In the darkness of the suite’s luxurious living room, Mary could just make out a hulking form. It was round, and subtly moving, and from it she could hear strange, sticky noises. One of the voices she’d heard earlier was a little louder now, sounding high-pitched and breathy.

Mary took another step into the entryway. The door behind her closed with a thunk, and she jumped at the sudden sound, but the form in the center of the room did not react. Whatever it was only continued its steady, rhythmic motions.

As her eyes adjusted to the low light, the shadowy outline resolved into a form that made her heart beat faster. Her breath began to come in gasps. She wondered if she were still asleep in her bed, experiencing a dream brought on by too much wine and stimulation, but as the moon came from behind the clouds to illuminate the room through the glass patio door, Mary knew that what she was seeing was as real as the night sky itself.

Celestia’s enormous, white, sun-kissed ass was almost big enough to encompass Mary’s outstretched arms. The alicorn was in a crouch, legs spread for better purchase as the muscles in her wide buttocks strained and roiled. Mary could see the dark anal ring she sought during the dinner clearly now, pulsing and flexing with each desperate shove. She felt herself began to drool, but made no motion to wipe her lips.

There was a loud, feral grunt as Celestia gave a sharp thrust without warning, pushing forward another inch, and the voice underneath her moaned. Her fleshy ass clapped and jiggled as she forced herself inward, and Mary could hear a vulgar sucking sound, like a fist sinking into deep mud.

Another grunt, and Celestia raised her gigantic ass and hips, preparing for another hard pump. Underneath that delectable asshole were two large testicles, each as big as basketballs, swinging lazily between the Princess’ massive thighs. They fairly vibrated with vitality, and Mary could almost hear their contents roiling, preparing for release.

Another shaft of moonlight, and then, there it was.

Princess Celestia’s monstrous cock was a fleshy, pink and black mottled log, at least twelve inches in diameter and pulsing needfully. Wrapped around it was the shaven cunt of a woman on all fours, stretched wider than any human being had ever been stretched while still breathing. Her lower body was raised off the ground, impaled on the nightmarish organ as the Princess drew back further, and Mary could see the outline of the rest of Celestia’s cock deep in the woman’s stomach. Even the wide flare was visible, just underneath what should have been the human’s rib cage.

Stringy red curls hung below the woman’s…no, Erin’s flushed face, dripping with perspiration.

It was impossible. Erin should have been destroyed by such an appendage, but her organs were re-arranging themselves to take the monstrous thing. And far from feeling pain, the moans and gasps Mary heard made it sound like she was experiencing a kind of pleasure never before felt. Not by humankind, in any case.

This was magic. Harder and more raw, but just as real as any of the other wondrous things she’d seen.

And Princess Celestia wanted her to see it.

With another grunt, the alicorn jammed her cock further into the wet, clasping hole underneath. Erin screamed, but Celestia did not stop. Her giant ass strained and flexed with effort, and Mary watched as the outline of that horsecock slowly traveled a few more agonizing inches into the journalist’s torso.

Erin began to speak in tongues as she came, and her green eyes rolled into the back of her head while cream splattered onto the carpeted floor under their conjoined bodies. The contractions sent the Princess over the edge, causing Celestia’s balls to quiver and pulse. With a loud, throaty moan, she achieved her release.

The tiny belly underneath had no chance to contain even a small part of the Princess’s load, and the splatter of come was like a garden hose in the quiet suite, covering their lower bodies and soaking their legs. Celestia’s cock pulsed again and again, forcing out its contents, and her wide ass quivered and clapped, thrusting in quick, intense motions as she took her pleasure. Her orgasm took a good minute, and when it was done, the carpet underneath was saturated with creamy white fluid.

Mary barely felt her knees hit the tile floor of the entryway. Her hand went to her black-pantied crotch, and her fingers slipped deep into her own drenched cunt as she watched the display, overwhelmed by the sights and sounds. She thought about running away, about going back to her room to forget about everything she’d seen up to now, but the urge was fleeting. Something else was in control now, something more base and primal.

And it wanted to see more.

After a few tense moments, Celestia stirred. Her cock was still sensitive, and she hissed as she began to draw herself out of the prime pussy she was buried in. The poor reporter whined as the oversized tool dragged across all the sensitive parts of her invaded channel, and excess semen dripped and squicked from her hole with every inch the Princess extracted. Five…ten…twenty…at least three feet of sticky, come-covered horsecock revealed itself, hot and steaming in the musty air. The wide flare required a rough tug from Celestia to lodge it free from that tightness, and at last Erin collapsed face-down with her ass raised high, shuddering and moaning in delicious agony.

Mary could have slipped both arms into the dark hole that was the woman’s destroyed cunt, immersing her hands into the endless wash of thick white seed flowing from those reddened insides. The sight was both horrifying and fascinating at once. If magic could allow a human being to take Princess cock, then it could fix that wide-stretched pussy, but this was not just a physical distortion. There was no way she could ever be the same again…even if she wanted to.

Celestia let out a languorous sigh, then she turned her head, meeting Mary’s gaze across the darkened suite. Her face was that of a nun being fucked on an altar, holy yet obscene. Seeing the action of Mary’s fingers, her lips turned up in a soft, knowing smile, and a long pink tongue wet her chops.

She rose to her full standing height, moving to face Mary while taking deep breaths, enjoying the extra nuances that the newcomer’s excited aromas brought to the room’s bouquet. She held Mary’s eyes fast as she prowled to the entryway, stalking more like a panther on the hunt than the herbivorous horse she resembled.

Her sticky cock had not softened in the slightest after her orgasm, and dollops of pre drooled out of the wide open tip. The fat fucker slapped against the alicorn’s soft white underbelly with each throb of her pulse, and the swinging balls behind rumbled, already generating a new load. Mary dug three, then four fingers deeper into her own overheated cunt as she watched the Princess approach.

Celestia stopped at the tile entrance, sitting down on her haunches not a foot from where Mary was desperately churning her fuckhole. The visitor displayed her ridiculously thick, three foot long royal cock proudly, and it looked even bigger and more intimidating up close, more fearsome than any weapon. Her muzzle was open slightly, and she breathed in a steady, measured rhythm as she looked down at her prey with lidded eyes.

Seeing the messy puddle underneath Mary’s knees, Celestia began to thrust her own hips, slowly fucking the air as she smelled that spicy essence. She grunted, and a jet of cloudy come spurted from her cock head, streaking Mary’s face and soaking the front of her black dress with a messy offering that would have been twice a human’s full load.

Mary touched her cheek with her free hand, rolling the tacky substance around on her fingers in wonder. The concentrated smell of pure sex made her eyes flutter, and her plunging fingers worked faster and faster. The biologist in her immediately knew what Celestia was doing.

She was marking her bitch.

Without warning, Mary’s own hips began to thrust, fucking up at nothing as streams of come began to squirt from her red-lipped, wide-open cunt. Over and over again, she came, clenching her core almost painfully with each contraction, and the streamers of fragrant liquid covered Princess Celestia’s chest and thick cock in loving tribute. It was the strongest orgasm that she had ever experienced in her thirty-one years of life, and it left her trembling with violent aftershocks.

Celestia watched the whole display without changing her expression, only flexing and thrusting her own haunches in sympathy. She waited until Mary was finally still, though the human couldn’t keep her fingers out of her creamy twat while she fought to get her breathing under control.

“Did that take the edge off?”

Mary was as shocked as if she’d just heard a dog speak. Clearly, Celestia was still in control of herself, though her achingly hard fucktool and panting mouth implied that it was taking some effort to stay that way. Not knowing quite how else to respond, Mary gave a slight nod.

“Good.”

Celestia closed her eyes as her thrusting slowed, then stopped. She opened her eyes again, and Mary saw that the barely restrained hunger in her expression had lessened, but not entirely disappeared. The mask of calm that she wore was still there, yet cracks were showing.

“Vorfreude.” The Sun Princess took a deep breath, letting the sound of the word linger. “I think…I think I have a better appreciation of that term now. I…”

Celestia’s breathing hitched, and another strong gout of sticky come exploded from her loins, landing on Mary’s upper thigh. It felt like fire, and she resisted the urge to touch the mess on her skin.

“I’m going to fuck you, little pony.”

The Princess said the words with a deep, guttural intensity that went all the way to Mary’s womb. “I’m going to squeeze my fat Princess cock into your…tight little fuckhole and stretch you so wide, you’ll be ruined for anyone else. I won’t stop until I bury myself balls deep, then I’m going to destroy your little human cunny.”

She let out another spurt of cream. “And…and after that, I’m going to fill you with so much spunk, it’ll be leaking out of your sloppy gash for the rest of your life. I know that’s what you want, isn’t it? Isn’t it, dirty horsefucker?”

Hearing the Sun Princess refer to herself as a base animal sent another jolt of arousal into Mary’s brain. It was as if she’d seen the biologist’s deepest, most private fantasies. She tried to respond, but her body wouldn’t follow her directions. “I…but…but I’m not a…”

“Yes, you are. I’m going to do all of those things to you, Dr. Parvotti…but not yet.” Celestia’s mask was still on, a little tighter than before, but only just. “First, you need to better understand your place. You need to give yourself to me.”