Taking Heat and Blurring Lines

Mary Parvotti already had a good idea about what she’d see on the desktop monitor, but she was still a little surprised by the clarity and contrast of the paused image, especially for such unusual lighting conditions.

The Asian-featured woman in the dark blue, pencil-thin business skirt complementing a tasteful cream-colored blouse held up the remote pointedly as she pressed play. Sitting behind the large oak desk, she couldn’t see for herself what was happening on the screen, but she appeared much more interested in the reactions of her two guests as the playback advanced. There was no sound, but you didn’t need to be a lip reader to understand what was going on.

A large, white creature that looked like a cross between a pegasus and a unicorn was stomping around the rooftop of some government facility on its rear legs. It kicked around shattered glass as it spread its large, yet aerodynamically useless wings, madly thrusting what looked like a horse penis the size and length of a bundle of baseball bats, into what looked like a fleshy, vaguely human-shaped sleeve that was screaming in either agony or joy.

The gross distension of the human’s stomach by that massive penis—or to use a more appropriate word, cock—should not have been in the realm of reality. But there it was, as solid and real as the comfy, high-rise government office Mary had been hurriedly summoned to that morning. She barely had time to put on shorts and a T-shirt before their meeting, but Lt. Kurosawa was of a younger generation of soldiers, and not one to stand on needless ceremony. It was one of her few good points.

The sleeve in question gave a quick side-eyed glance at Sun Princess Celestia, the alicorn regent qua ambassador from the mythical dimension of Canterlot, standing next to her. If she was as mortified as Mary felt, it didn’t show one iota, which wasn’t surprising. That cool, eternally unruffled calmness still impressed the hell out of her. She’d never seen Celestia truly angry…at least, not in a way that polite company would recognize.

The Princess was annoyed, however. Mary could tell by the fact that Celestia had not taken the cushion offered next to her own chair. The xenobiologist knew that this was an intentional sign of displeasure brought over from Canterlot, basically saying the meeting wasn’t important enough for her to get comfortable, and her time was being wasted. Mary didn’t know if the Lieutenant had picked up on that nuance, but the the Princess’s serene gaze was not on the action on the screen.

The sun finally came up over the video lovers, overexposing the camera while gallons of white fluid began to splatter under the bodies of the perpetrators, covering the roof and dripping off the edges. Lt. Kurosawa stopped the playback just as the impaled woman swelled like a woman 8 months into triplets. Mary briefly touched her current belly, imagining alien life quickening inside, but she immediately regretted drawing the attention when she saw the Lieutenant watching.

Kurosawa slowly placed the remote on the broad desk as she leaned back in her plush seat, crossing her arms as she regarded the two. Behind her, outside the large frame windows, it was a beautiful Spring morning. Patrols still happened, families still went shopping, and life went on around the small island base that currently housed the most important living being on the planet or off it. It wasn’t like usual, but close enough.

In here, though, the atmosphere was stifling, and every second brought more discomfort.

“The TLA’s kept this tape for two weeks,” Lt. Kurosawa said softly, “going over it fine-toothed to squeeze out as much info as they could before passing it along to me. I was glad to see you people were somewhat through in your clean-up, although we can’t be entirely sure nobody else noticed a couple of freaks trying to fit a round peg into a tight little hole.” She looked at Celestia. “We’ll just have to take you at your word that everything is fixed, I suppose.”

Celestia nodded. “I’m glad we can trust one another to-“

“4k60, HDR,” Kurosawa said in a tone of wonder. “Uncle Sam spared no expense on that front, believe that. It’s like you’re fucking right in front of me. Sound got screwed up in the wind—which is a shame, because I really wanted to hear it—but the techs were able to catch mentions of a ’cock-sleeve’ in the static. There were lots of ’cock-sleeve’ references, in fact. Is that a popular item of conversation when you two fuck?”

It was, but that was entirely beside the point. “Look, Linda-“

“Lt. Kurosawa, Doctor. You may not give a shit about your bonafides, but I’ve worked too damn hard for mine.”

She was already pulling rank. It was going to be one of those conversations, then.

“Lieutenant. I’m not sure exactly what you want from us at this point. As you said, Celestia magically cleaned up what we did, even down to the early sunrise.”

Kurosawa placed a hand on top of the flat-screen monitor. “Everything? Are you quite certain, Doctor? Can you look me in the eye and tell me for damn fucking sure that nobody outside the facility knows about this…relationship of yours? What are you even supposed to be? Inter-dimensional fuckbuddies? Is that what we’re calling diplomacy now?"

Mary could not respond easily, and they both knew it. She breathed a small sigh of relief when the Princess took up the thread.

“Lieutenant, Dr. Parvotti is telling it true. You know what I’m capable of. If there have been any oversights, I’ll take care of them, but what’s done is done. All I can promise is to be more careful in the future.”

“‘In the future,’ you say.” Kurosawa leaned forward and put her elbows on the desk, running both hands through her long black hair as she stared at Celestia. “Why do I have to explain what the problem is to you two? Am I being unreasonable in asking for a little discretion? A little decorum, even?”

She jerked her head toward the screen. “It wouldn’t have been as much of a ballache if you hadn’t busted out of the suite and fucked the sun into the sky. Hell, we wouldn’t have even cared if you’d left the place covered in jizz. You think this is the first time we’ve had to clean up after a VIP?”

Mary imagined not. “It wasn’t just that, Lieutenant. Erin also got roughed up pretty badly, and that required some finesse on Celestia’s part. We wouldn’t want to leave a task like that to housekeeping.”

Kurosawa’s brow furrowed. “Who? Oh, that air-headed fucktoy who calls herself a journalist. She’s the least of my problems. It’s fine since you wiped her memory, but we do have protocols to deal with broken sluts like that. Usually it’s some random piece off the street, though. Like I said, we’re used to catering to all kinds, and they tend to have bizarre tastes.”

“You presume much about my tastes.” Celestia’s voice was calm, but Mary could detect the steel behind the silk.

Kurosawa opened her arms in what she must have thought was a magnanimous gesture. “Come on, I’m not here to pass judgment. Maybe you need a little strugglefucking to get off, and I have no reason to get in the way of that. You do you, know what I mean? All I ask is that you think about your position before you indulge. ‘Keep it on the down low,’ as my daughter says, and if you don’t know what that means, it’s time you learned.”

Thump.

Mary glanced over at Celestia again, knowing exactly what she would see, visible only to herself.

She had complete confidence in the Princess’s self-control, of course. Complete faith and conviction, 100%, without the least bit of concern. Celestia was a professional, and she knew exactly how to handle this situation without undue conflict. Mary was sure of it.

But Lt. Kurosawa really needed to learn when to shut the fuck up.

Celestia blinked that slow, reptilian blink. “I’m sure I have a fine idea about what my position entails, Lieutenant.”

“Do you?” Kurosawa pressed a button on the desk, and Mary heard the whirring of fans drawing fresh air into the room. “Little hot and stuffy in here all of a sudden. But really, do you know what people see when they look at you?”

She left her seat and came around the desk, planting her shapely rear onto the front edge directly in front of the alicorn, arms still folded. Mary had to admit it was impressive that the Lieutenant showed absolutely no fear or awe when it came to Celestia. Even here on the island, where the residents had more or less gotten used to the Princess’s presence, that kind of backbone was rare.

Kurosawa opened her collar a little, revealing a slim neck beaded with sweat. “People see fantasy, Princess. They see a fable, a storybook creature come to life. You’re familiar with our legends of unicorns, right? Pure, untouched, only approaching virgins, that sort of thing? Your behavior is kinda the exact opposite of what folks expect. What do you think would happen to public opinion of your little field trip if it got out that the pretty horsie princess from a faraway kingdom was giving her handler two feet of dick on the regular? ‘Mary Parvotti Fucks a Horse’ sounds like a headline none of us wants to see. Am I wrong about that?”

THUMP.

The juxtaposition between the serene vision of equine purity that was Celestia and the raging fucktool slapping wetly against her pure white barrel was the hottest thing Mary had seen in a while. She was fairly certain the Princess wouldn’t just reveal her glory, but the whole situation was making cream seep from between Mary’s puffy cunt lips, drenching her panties. She squeezed her legs together to try to control the sensations, but she was sure that Celesta could smell her arousal, causing a kind of feedback loop of horniness. Mary hoped they could finish this dour meeting soon. For many reasons.

“Lieutenant,” Celestia said firmly, “I am not a horse, nor am I a unicorn. I am only myself, and any preconceptions humanity has about beings that look like me are not my concern. I come to you out of a desire for genuine friendship, not as a symbol for whatever qualities people wish to put upon me...positive, or negative. Besides,” she said with a knowing arch of an eyebrow, "what do you think the unicorn does to the virgin?"

Mary could easily feel the heat radiating from the Princess’s massive breeder. The temperature on the room’s thermostat read 80 degrees and climbing. She wondered if Kurosawa had any inkling of what was in front of her, and what she would do if she did. Erin had also surprised her, after all. Maybe the Lieutenant just needed Princess cock to loosen her up.

Mary pinched the bridge of her nose, marveling at how quickly Celestia had corrupted her.

The Princess raised a gold-shod hoof to her chin. “I’d like to ask you a few questions, for the sake of illustrating a point. May I?”

Kurosawa nodded.

“You’re a third-generation American citizen. Your mother was born in an internment camp in 1942. Arizona, I believe. Is that correct?”

“You’ve done your research.”

“Naturally. A certain pony back home would never let me hear the end of it if I didn’t. But, Lieutenant, why have you given your career, and possibly your very life, to the country that did such things to your people?”

“World War II was a long time ago.”

“Not in my reckoning, and not in the reckoning of a country. I’ve read the stories, Lieutenant. I’ve listened to the narratives. It was a bad time.”

“It was. You were saying something about a point, Princess.”

Celestia let out a sigh, deep and theatrical. “Patience, please. Now, those prejudices don’t necessarily go away in only a half-century. Certainly, the government has apologized and tried to make amends, but the military has its own values. You’ve been in the Army a good couple decades, but your career is stalling, isn’t it? They haven’t given you the responsibilities you need to really grow, and you’ve been puzzled as to why. Am I wrong?”

Kurosawa hesitated. “That’s none of your business. And anyway, what do you think all this is?” She gestured around herself at the plush office furnishings. “You think they’d assign you to someone they didn’t have faith in?”

Celestia chuckled. “Little pony, you’re a paper pusher. A rubber stamper. Your decisions are perfunctory, at best.” She touched Mary’s shoulder with a hoof. “Dr. Parvotti is my ‘handler.’ She’s the one who makes the important decisions about where I go and who I talk to. Even as a civilian, she has much more clout than you. So, again…why do you think you haven’t been given busywork your whole career in order to keep you pacified? Maybe to them, you’ll always be just a jap. Not a real American.”

Lt. Kurosawa slowly stood up straight as she unfolded her arms. “All right. I don’t give a fuck who you are or where you came from. I will not be spoken to that way.”

Celestia put a hoof to her own mouth in mock surprise. “Oh, dear. I’m so sorry if you took offense. It’s just that…when someone accuses me of enjoying rape, I tend to respond in kind. You understand, don’t you, Lieutenant?”

Mary looked from one to the other, pressing her fist into her superheated cunt and trying not to make inappropriate noises. She didn’t even care who was in the right anymore, and she didn’t know why Celestia was so insistent on gaining the upper hand at that moment. Maybe the Princess had more pride than she thought, or maybe the Lieutenant just set her off. All Mary knew was that it was sexy as hell, and if they didn’t come to a conclusion soon, there would be one more incident to explain away. A very wet one.

Kurosawa leaned back a bit. “Presumptions, huh?” She took a deep breath of the musty air before shaking her wide, sweaty collar. “It’s too damn hot for this. Just watch yourself, will you? Can you do that much? It’s my ass on the line too if something happens, so try to have a little consideration. Oh, and don’t forget the fucking cameras next time you two finish whatever it is you do to each other. Is that understood?”

“Fair enough,” Celestia said. Mary mumbled a strained “Yes, ma’am,” trying to keep from gushing all over the chair and failing. Celestia was magically concealing most of the evidence of her arousal, but it wouldn’t be long before the mounting pleasure was too obvious to hide…

Kurosawa picked up a folder from the desktop, rifling through its contents. “Okay. Let me see, you both have tomorrow off, right? Tell you what, Princess. My daughter’s home for Spring break, and she’s always wanted to talk to you. Do me a favor and meet up with her, maybe hang out for a few hours, grab lunch or something. We’ll call this settled after that. Deal?”

Celestia smiled. “It would be my pleasure to accompany the Young Miss.”

“Julie’s good enough. Mary, does that work for you?”

Mary jerked her head up. “What? Yeah! Yeah, great! Hey, Celestia, let’s head out, I need to…practice my line dancing. Ancient human custom, you said you were interested.” She stood on shaky legs. “You ready?”

“Just about.” Celestia extended a hoof toward the Lieutenant. “Allow me one more ancient custom. No hard feelings?”

Kurosawa pursed her lips, but she offered her own hand. “Guess you can be civilized when you want to be.”

Mary wasn’t watching their handshake. She was watching Celestia’s stealthy horse cock, freely dripping precome. She continued to watch as the shaft began to throb steadily, with the flat tip pointed directly at the Lieutenant.

As Princess Celestia and Lt. Kurosawa shook hands, Mary heard a spurting sound. A long jet of silky pre ejected from Celestia’s monstrous cock, soaking Kurosawa’s crotch and lower chest before instantly drying, leaving no trace. Again and again, Celestia wet the lieutenant, smiling placidly the entire time.

Kurosawa would be none the wiser, unless Celestia let a hint of her own musk soak into the Lieutenant’s clothes, which sounded like something the Princess would do. It was all too much. Mary groaned as she came, squeezing her pussy muscles around nothing as she creamed thickly into her panties. Celestia took care of the mess before it could drip down her leg, but Kurosawa glanced at her, frowning.

“Doctor? Something wrong?”

“She’s fine,” Celestia said smoothly as she put a wing on Mary’s shoulder, pushing her toward the door. “It’s the heat, I think. I’ll send for Julie in the morning, so we can plan our day. Until next time, Lieutenant.”