Princess Brighter Skies' personal diary

by Disembodied_Pony

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, Science Fiction, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Sex, Anthro, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4727

When you love somepony, you show them how much. Though the details are not on the records

The once-human princess has a loving stallion, and two loving adoptive sisters.
Both of the relationships, were a little unexpected, yet no less special.

The details within are not for the memoirs, they are personal, and intimate.

Contains: anthro/futanari+non-anthro intimacy,
Because being a demure mare with a mare-pleaser, too...is amazing

Published 2022-05-08 04:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-05-20 20:50:26 UTC

My beloved Sure Shot

Synchronizing the contents of the pad with the storage, I placed it down. Enough was done with the memoirs for now.

The court was closing, and the opportunities to write in between appointments had come to an end for this day.

This was a task I busied myself with between other tasks, and I didn't take my 'tasks' to my chambers with me.
There would be plenty of opportunities tomorrow, and the next, for more.

Getting up, and nodding to Golden Ray, he escorted me from the throne room, to my chambers.
Once there, we bid each other a good evening, and parted ways.

Walking into my chambers, I was greeted by a very welcome sight;
My Sure Shot was already there waiting for me, in my bed, his armor neatly placed upon my credenza.

"Welcome home, your highness" He greeted me, the sound of his voice melting all of my tension away.

"My wonderful Shot, I missed you" I replied, drinking in the sight of him there "Please, give me a moment to make myself presentable" I continued, anticipation building inside of me.

"Okay, just don't leave me waiting too long. We only have two days, and I don't want to waste any of it" He said with a deep voice.

Nodding, and beginning to blush, I headed to my private bath at a brisk pace.
I waited all week for this, and I was not going to waste any of it, either.

Walking in, I saw that my bath was already used.
Shower and sink still wet, a strand of coat, mane, and tail here and there;
I smiled a knowing smile.

As I removed my garments; I took a deep breath, hoping to catch a glimpse of his scent still lingering in the air.

Pony olfactory sense are very sensitive, and very responsive to certain stimuli;
Triggering many responses in the body of a pony, my body.
And my favorite, being: The response to the scent of a mate...

Catching a faint glimpse of him in the air, my body flushed and my heart rate increased.

Oh, how I loved this..

Stepping into the shower, I made quick work of a very thorough cleansing.
Afterwords, I dried myself off, and walked over to the full length mirror.
Levitating three brushes with my magic, while handling a fourth; I brushed my coat, mane, and tail, in quick order.

Looking over myself once more, I turned toward the door, ready and anticipating what was going to happen;

My stallion was going to claim his mare again, and it was magical!

As I slowly walked into the bedroom, I swayed my hips slightly, stimulating my marehood the tiniest bit.
My body, already sensitized to my mate's scent, was heating up.
Even though he was showered, my nose was locked onto him, my eyes as well.

His eyes, drank every centimetre of me in.
At seeing me begin to drop in his presence, he smiled. The tell tale of my arousal showing in earnest.

Rolling onto his side, he responded in kind, showing me what was in store for me.

Coming to the bedside, I swallowed before I began to drool from my muzzle.

Seeing his stallionhood getting bigger and longer with every heartbeat, a tiny whine escaped my lips.

'oh, my...' was all my mind could come up with.

Crawling onto the bed and laying next to him, we wrapped our arms and forelegs around each other and brought our muzzles close.

"Oh Shot..." I whispered, further words were beyond me, the tone in my voice expressing everything that needed to be conveyed.

"Skies..." He spoke, his voice low, like thunder in my heart.

For a moment we just basked in each others eyes, before I tilted my head and connected my lips with his.

With our kissing becoming more passionate, our lips parted and his tongue entered my muzzle. Mine, moving to the side and under his, welcoming it and coaxing it further into my mouth.

'you taste so good shot' I thought to myself, only a soft moan being uttered.

With his tongue overthrowing mine, I was in paradise. My stallion was a natural with making me glad I was a mare.
All the right buttons were pushed, every single time I was with him.

As we pulled apart from each other's muzzles, our tongues extended out, longing to stay in the warm homes they found in one another.
A string of drool still connecting them together.

Smiling back at him, I ran my hand from the side of his head, down his neck, and across his barrel.

Doing the same, Shot pulled his free foreleg back, and placed his hoof upon my chest.

Him pressing into my breast, I closed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh, basking in the euphoria.

After a few moments of his massaging, I opened my eyes, and followed his barrel down to where he was prodding my belly.

Chucking softly, I saw that I was doing the same to him.

Bringing my eyes back up to his, I smiled a hungry smile as I began to shuffle lower down the bed, stopping once my muzzle reached the base of his member.

'Oh yes' my thoughts cried.

As I marveled at him, his member lightly bumped my nose with each heartbeat.

Breathing in deeply, my eyes fluttered closed, and my tongue hung further out of my muzzle, covering in drool.

Lightly placing my hand upon him, I felt the heat he was giving off, and the soft texture of such a hard object.

'I want this, in me. All of it...'

I couldn't bear not having it any longer!

Pulling my tongue back into my mouth, and gently pulling his member downward just a bit, I brought my lips up to his tip.

Kissing him tenderly, I turned my head sideways and ran my lips down his length; Earning a sigh of contentment from Shot.

Turning my head back again, I ran my tongue from the base to the tip, eliciting an 'Ahh' from my love.

'His sounds are like music to my ears'

Reaching his tip, I brought my head up a little higher, and parted my lips; My muzzle opening wide to take my beloved's treasure into me.

All at once, the only thing I could taste and smell was him. His precum mixing with my saliva as it coated my tongue.

Going deeper, my throat gave way to the shape it had experienced so many times before. Welcoming it like an old friend, and it holding him tightly.

My nose, finally meeting his belly, was tickled slightly by his coat, but I didn't mind. I just held him inside me, and breathed him in deeply.

This was one of the most pleasant surprises about becoming a pony; I could take every millimetre of my beloveds shaft, and keep it there all day, no trouble breathing, and no reflex action.

But this wouldn't be very fun for him if this were all I were to do. As much as I want to keep him in me like this, I want him to feel more. I want him to cum. I want him to cum down my throat. And I want to taste his seed on my tongue.

Pulling back, I felt a bit empty as he left my throat, but I stopped when only his head remained in my mouth. Looking up at him with a smile in my eyes, he nodded back. With that go ahead, I pushed my head back down to the base once more, my nose bumping into his belly again.

Over and over I pulled back, and pushed down again. Using my throat like a second marehood.

After many thrusts, Shot put his front hooves on my head, just behind my ears.

Relinquishing control to him, Shot pushed my head into him hard, me offering only a tiny pulling effort, so that he would only have to manage the pushing. Him taking the reins was making me wink.

Shot, now breathing hard, and huffing with effort, was getting close. He was beginning to flare, I could feel it.

Becoming giddy with excitement, I cradled his orbs in my hands, paying homage to the makers of my prize.

With Shots package tightening up, he pushed me into him hard one last time, while he thrust his hips into me.

Mashing my nose and muzzle into his groin, he held me there as he grunted, and then whinnied. His stallionhood becoming even thicker inside my throat, his flare expanding.

A moment later, I felt it; pulses, up and down his shaft. His seed was flowing into me, filling me.

I dared not touch myself right then, if I had, I would have climaxed too. I was right on the edge, but I wanted to save it for the main event. Instead, I hummed in contentment.

"mmmmm"

Once the pulsing subsided, Shot released his grip on my head. After a moment, I slowly pulled off of him, keeping my lips tightly around him the whole way.

When his flare left my mouth, I suckled his tip, getting the last of it to savor.

Closing my eyes, I rolled the taste around in my mouth.

"Ahh, so rich..." I said aloud.

Before I could open my eyes, Shot's muzzle was connected to mine again, his tongue laying claim to my mouth once again. I just breathed a breathy moan into him.

Pulling out of my mouth and pulling back, Shots eyes drifted down to where I was still at full mast. As his muzzle started to head in that direction, I grabbed his head in desperation.

"No! Please, I'm so close. If you do that now..." I trailed off.
"I need you inside me. Take me, please" I pleaded with him.

Nodding, he stood up on all fours, and with a hoof, lifted my back end up off of the bed and into position.

After moving my legs into position to hold myself up, trembling slightly, I moved my tail to the side, and presented my winking vulva to him.

'This is it' I mentally prepared myself. The anticipation was a little scary in a way.

The sight of me ready to receive him, had him back to full mast once again.

'My stars, he's a true stud! I just emptied him, and he's ready to go again.'

Rearing up, he set his front hooves down upon by lower back, and lined himself up.

Shot, pressing in slowly, was wonderfully excruciating, and I let out a cry of passion as my walls made way for him.

Bottoming out in me, he let out a sigh of relief. Then a groan as my walls began to massage his member.

"Oh.. Skies. Mmmph. You're so warm, so, good." He moaned.

"Y-You tooo. Ah" I moaned back to him.

Once he was sure he wasn't going to blow again so soon, he began to move. Beginning with a slow rocking, he soon picked up speed.

"Ah, Sh-ott. I-I'm gonna-" Was all I was able to get out, before my first climax hit.

Throwing my head back and skyward, I let out a tiny squeal of a whinny myself. But Shot didn't stop his movements, and he rode me through my first orgasm. Below me, my own stallionhood was making a small puddle on the bed covers; beginning from where my breasts were hanging, to the pillows.

Once I stopped quivering around Shot's shaft, he changed speeds. Taking a couple deliciously slow thrusts, he went into high gear, going hard and fast.

"Ah-h-h-h, Sho-o-o-o-ot!!" I screamed, powerless to do anything but hang on for dear life as he showed his mare the stallion he was.

In all my years, I had never imagined something like this could exist. Even when taking care of my own personal needs in private, it was never like this. This was..beyond words.

My first time with him, opened my eyes to an entirely new dimension of what it was to be a mare.
It was as if my mind and body were designed for this moment; everything fit perfectly to my mate...

Whether it was instinctual, a form of actual magic, or if he was just that good to me, I didn't know. All I knew was; I was His, and he was My Stallion.

May all other ponies feel this kind of belonging.

With a final thrust, Shot whinnied loudly, and I joined him as he pumped his seed into me.

Coming down from my second orgasm, I felt the warmth that was coating my insides.

"Oh...yes"

My nose was inhaling the scent of fresh stallion, and my mind and body was on fire from it. Whether it was from him, or myself didn't matter, I was responding to it, and I wanted more. Turning my head to him, I begged;

"Shot, again. Take your mare. Put all of your seed in me where it belongs. Mark me as yours completely!"

Getting serious; Shot, while still inside me, brought his front hooves up from my lower back, and came down hard in-between my wings. The weight; pushing my front half down onto the bed covers, and smashing my breasts and muzzle into my own mess that I had made.

"Arghhhh!" I cried out.

He then began kneading my wing joints with his front hooves; A particular pegasi erogenous weak spot. Also, he grabbed one of my wings in his teeth and pulled, all while leaning into me hard.

Between his assertive dominance, the scent of stallion, how I felt about him, and the physical pleasure;It was having the desired effect;

My insides were dilating to take him into me all the way.

I had first learned of this by accident with my sisters. I, while performing the duties and part of stallion (for obvious reasons), had inadvertently gone this far with Celestia. It was only after the passion subsided, that I realized I was stuck inside her, and panicked when I realized what had happened.

When I told her what was wrong, and why I was upset, that I thought I hurt her really badly in our fervor, she just smiled a contented smile and told me that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

It turns out, that when not foaling, equestrian mares, when deeply bonded to their stallion, accept them into their uterine canal, tying them together for a time, and taking their stallions seed in its full amount. Magic being the strongest there, keeps everything in check and microorganisms out, while ensuring maximum possible fertility.

I was shocked, and yet, moved that my sister felt so incredibly deeply for me. It was beyond question now.

And right now, being the mare, I lived for it with Sure Shot. I wanted absolutely all of him, every centimetre, and every drop.

"Yes, YES! Don't Stop Shot! Don't Stop!!" I screamed as I felt his flare pushing into my cervix.

Moaning and mewling as I felt every millimetre of his progression.

'Ah....here it comes!'

As he slipped through, I went mute, nothing more than a tiny whine left my muzzle.

My cervical passage; locked him in place, having contracted behind his flare.

All of my thoughts ceased as he became my universe. Sensation the only language in existence.

In that moment, all of the mysteries of the actual universe didn't exist, there was only this, and nothing more.

And then there was an explosion of light in my mind, as a flood of white coated my insides. My eyes rolled back into my head, as I convulsed under my stallion. It was okay to let go, he was there.

An uncountable amount of time passed. And when the light faded into the actual universe around me, I was laying on my bed, soaked, and Shot was resting atop of me, still inside. My walls still occasionally contracting around him to keep him from going soft and retreating.

'so wonderfully full..'

Feeling his warmth and weight on my back, I smiled.

'it was all worth it, all of it'

Struggling to lift my head, I turned my head back to my love atop of me, and kissed him on his nose.

"I love you, my Sure Shot."

Opening his eyes, he smiled back at me.

"I love you too, my princess." my beloved Shot replied.

Once my contractions had died down, and Shot retreated from my depths, we sluggishly tidied the bed and ourselves some, but not too much. I, cleaned Shot up personally. I took an odd sense of pride in servicing my mate.

Though I got all of the mess from the bed covers with a spell, I performed only a surface cleaning of my coat. I wanted to keep the scent on me and in me while I slept, I found it comforting.

Some time ago I asked Shot why my reeking of seed, mainly my own; didn't bother him...

He was quite sensible about it, and rather alluring; That since it was not another stallions, that it was his mates, it was as if it was an extension of his own's. Also, he especially enjoyed what it did to me when we mated. As if my own body was collaborating in his claiming of me.

Seeing where he was coming from, I couldn't disagree.

Laying down together, and pulling the covers up, we basked in each others presence and warmth.

Drifting off into slumber together; an alien pony princess, and her equestrian mate.

Long before the dawn

I am awoken from slumber by warmth on my lips.

Slowly opening my eyes, I am met with a glimmering cloud of blue; A mane of glittering stars filling all of my vision. Welcoming the sight, I let out a sigh of contentment; Signaling to her that her princess has woken.

Princess Luna is an incredibly romantic mare. Her movements always reflect, what are the things of the best novels.

Beyond being her student in ruling, she has taught me volumes in storybook romance. To which, I am honored to bestow upon her; the fruits of her teachings.

Her mane now drifting out of my eyes, reveal hers; closed and relaxed, as she wakes her princess with a kiss.

She and I always trade roles of the prince and princess, though she always starts our time together with me being; The sleeping princess being awoken by her prince.

Looking down, I see that she is already laying next to me. She; under the covers with me, having gently entered my bed without disturbing me. As if she had been here with me the entire time since we last drifted off to sleep together.

I have given my guards standing orders of access; of my chambers to my sisters, as well as Shot. They are the only ponies that have unquestioned permission to enter without my foreknowledge.

Breaking our chaste kiss, the lunar princess pulls away from my lips only a little.

The lunar princess's eyes opening; Shows me how much she missed being here. Behind her eyes, is a controlled torrent of passion. Gentleness and fire in equal measure, pushing against her self discipline to come to the surface.

Tonight though, they will. Her walls will come down. Those passions will safely consume her, and me in the process.

Staring into her eyes, I find myself being caught up in them. Having to discipline myself too, as to not lay myself bare to her immediately.

Reading each others eyes, we dare to bring our lips together again. Our trembling betraying our waning control.

As our lips meet, our heads tilt to line our muzzles up. With our lips parting; She sinks into my mouth, kissing me as deep as physically possible.

As I see her eyes close; the Lunar princess brings a foreleg up, and she wraps it around the back of my head, cradling it and holding me to her muzzle.

As our tongues dance and caress each others, sigh's and moans begin to fill our chests.

Reaching up to her head, I place my hand behind her ear. Signaling that I am ready to receive all that she has to give.

Continuing to attempt to fill every corner of my muzzle with hers, Luna's horn glows with a soft light. The answer to what she was casting becomes apparent as my folds feel a pressure against them.

Luna, bringing her other foreleg under my side and hooking over my shoulder; Begins to push her hips upward toward the head of the bed.

My vulva yields against the pressure put against it; taking the girth into me.

It hurts a little at first. The princess's cast member is always so thick, the spell reflecting the passion and desire within her.
Ever since I healed her moon's wounds, she held nothing from me. I've swam in her deepest oceans, tasted the remnants of darkness that she once fell into, and mingled with her very spirit. In fact, we will likely do so again this night.
The morning after she visits, I admittedly can't walk with the grace I usually do. It takes a day or so for even an alicorn to completely recover from such a thing.

A tear running down my cheek from the immediate discomfort, I pull my leg up and spread wide to make room for her.

With my insides struggling to expand to her shape; I moan sharply as she bottoms out and goes a little further, stretching me lengthwise was well.

Tonight, my lunar sister is taking the reins first. She must have had a trying month, to be so pent up I wonder?
Well talk and catch up later, now is the time of passion.

As fueled by desire as she is, she remains still as I acclimatize to her. With me feeling every heartbeat in every place, throughout.

Pulling out of my muzzle, she looks at me with a tender smile. A look that says she's glad to be home again inside me.

Taking my right arm, I reach under her left wing and run my hand over her barrel where her wing usually rests.

To this, Luna purrs a hum of contentment as my fingers comb through her coat there.

"My beautiful sister.." I whisper to her as I take in her eyes once more.

"As are you.." she purrs back to me in a soft voice.

As the moments pass with us lost in each others eyes, she begins:

Our bodies being connected; is only the first step on the journey we'll take together tonight. Her horn glowing again, she casts another spell. One that is in the restricted section of the Canterlot library. A spell that Celestia dares not cast. The princess has taught me the spell as well. But it is proper that the pony taking the dominant role is the caster. Tonight, that is the princess of the night.

When she imparted the knowledge of the spell unto me, she did it by placing her memory of learning the spell, into my own. Every time I think of the spell: I remember sitting in the restricted section of the Canterlot library, where I have never been.. Holding the scroll down with my blue foreleg, which I also have never had. It's effect is a built-in reminder of the disconcerting effects of the spell if misused to impart knowledge or more, every time I think of using it. My lunar sister was very clever in my teaching of this.

Beginning the spell, Luna's magic ebbs from her horn, and covers my own. Settling over my horn, it seeps into it; Mingling our magics together, and beginning a connection that few ponies would dare trust another to make.

The spell gives the caster access to the others mind and magic, and with it they can share feelings, thoughts, and sensations. It can also be misused in ways that are pretty dark.

By now, I can feel what she feels, and I'm aware of what she's thinking. Like stray thoughts, she is here with me.

Luna now being inside my mind, calls forth my magic to cast the same spell unto her; Desiring to deepen then connection further.

As my horn glows, my magic covers her own glowing horn. Her magic moving aside in places, gives my magic opportunity to seep into hers.

Closing our eyes, we embrace each other tightly.
With our heads over each others shoulders, we lay our horns against each others so the spells will last their longest.

Basking in our shared sensations, we lay there quietly breathing in sync.

As with all good things, this too comes to an end as the spell fades.

Reverting to two separate individuals again in mind, we're a little saddened that the others voice has left us.

After a connection so deep, we both have the same thoughts and words for each other for a short time. And moving as one, we roll me onto my back so the Lunar princess can do what we both want to happen next;

Belly to belly, it is time for the physical part of intimacy.
My adopting sister likes to watch me when we do this, no matter whom is the acting stallion.

I have to admit I do as well. Watching her eyes and expressions; Whether in the throws of passion, or driving the passion, I cherish watching her too.

Starting very slowly, she pulls herself back just enough to make little room inside me, then slowly pushes back in as far as she can go.

After a few repeated motions, she slides in all of her length.
To this, my view of the princess slides downward to the edge of my vision as my eyes roll back.

Another effect of being close as we've been for the last couple hours, is that my body has prepared itself for this moment without the stimuli that I'd otherwise need for such.

I don't get the flash of white light that I do with Shot, but when I do finally return to the universe around me; I find that my tongue is hanging out the side of my muzzle, and Luna is smiling knowingly at me.

Though the princess's cast member doesn't make any, the scent of seed is in the air. Courtesy of my own.

As the princess leans in for another kiss, I bring my hands up to massage one of her ears, as well as her horn.

Gasping in a lungful of air from mine, she lets out a moan into my mouth.

As I slide my hand across her horn, she starts to shift her hips from side to side.
Feeling her shifting around inside of me, I become even wetter than I already was.

While she is squirming atop of me, I use my own magic to fill and massage her marehood as well. Though it's not as good as the real thing, I can feel her getting wetter and warmer through my magic.

Taking my one hand from her ear, I bring it near to her shoulder wing joint. Clasping it around the leading edge gently; I run it across its length to the end.
Reaching the end, I repeat the motion again, slowly and smoothly.
This isn't erogenous per say. It's a form of paying tribute or adulation to another pegasi, and showing respect to their wing prowess.
It's not a flippant act, and in fact is a private form of worship in a sense.

We aren't above worshiping each other, not at all.

Massaging her in four different places at once, she reaches climax quickly, and her head falls from my muzzle onto the pillow.

As she lays there panting and catching her breath, I slowly taper off my ministrations. Of the three ways I was consciously doing anyway.

Wrapping my arms around her neck and barrel, I hold her to me as I sigh.

"My beautiful night princess.."

Taking deep breaths, she huffs;

"All...Yours..."

My heart always melts at those words.

It's then that I realize that I will not be walking easily tomorrow, nor get any more rest this night.
For the night is far from over.