All things considered, Princess Celestia feels that today is shaping up to be a wonderful day.
It is the Grand Opening of a much anticipated new bakery in downtown Cantrerlot. Well anticipated most of all by none other than the Princess herself, who has been invited personally by the owner of the establishment to be one of the very first to sample his fine wares. After all, such a legendary connoisseur of cakes giving her seal of approval is a surefire way to bring the big bucks to any blooming baking business!
Sure, it may require her to once again, break from her otherwise very strict diet, but it is a sacrifice the Princess is more than willing to make for the ca-er…for the good of her little ponies.
She is sat at a table in the center of the establishment, doing her very best to maintain her regal sense of composure and decorum in front of the anxious, excited crowd of socialites, journalists and baked good enthusiasts alike, all waiting with baited breath to hear the verdict from the large royal horses mouth. A single slice of immaculate vanilla cake with a pure, ivory white frosting is set before her, and not far away, the baker himself, a unicorn stallion with a yellow coat, blue eyes and an orange mane holds his breath as the princess levitates a fork towards the confection.
She digs out a dainty, respectable spoonful, and brought it slowly to her lips, closing her eyes as she enveloped the morel and pulled the fork clean away, setting it down as she began to chew.
The tension is so thick you could cut it with the knife accompanying the silverware on the table as the Princess savors the baked good slowly, delicately before finally swallowing.
The silence reigns as absolutely as the princess who cultivated it for a long moment before she opens her eyes and smiles “Absolutely wonderful, My compliments to the chef.” She says, giving a playful wink to the baker beside her.
He lets out a breath and sags with relief, smiling up at her with incredible thankfulness as the crowd goes up in a cheer!, pictures are taken, and reporters flock to the princess and the baker alike to pepper them with questions. Even for such a small event, an interview with the princess is always a surefire hit with the crowd!
About an hour later, once the crowds had dissipated and the baker was able to actually begin serving customers, Celestia begins to make her way back to the castle, a luxurious delicacy of a pastry precariously perched on her back as she quickly trotted her way through a small shortcut she had been fond of when she was a filly, a quiet alleyway that provides a straight shot to her castle. It also provided her an excellent method to give her guards the slip. Faust knows she would be deeply mortified to be caught cheating on her diet this hard again, especially after the gabby gums incident…
Of course, the princess made it seem easy as can be to balance the baked good with her graceful canter, but it is actually quite an effort to keep it perched there without the aid of magic.
Her focus iss so solid that she almost does not notice when one of her dear little ponies approaches her with a happy-go-lucky smile on his face. It is a strapping young Stallion, barely over the cusp of manhood it would seem!
He possesses a soft, plain grey coat with a silvery mane and a set of soft green eyes, and a cutie mark of a blonde housecat’s head with the mouth open in the midst of a particularly loud meow. He is an earth pony by the look of him, and iss…unusually bold in his approach. Not that the princess minded being casually approached. On ho, not at all! It is simply so rare for one of her little ponies to actually bring themselves to treat her like they would any other pony on the street.
She finds herself already taking a liking to this lad, whoever he may be, even going so far as to address him first “Oh! My apologies, I did not see you there, little one. Might I ask your name?”
He smiles a bit wider at this, his eyes seeming to twinkle as he gives a slightly deferential, polite nod. “My name is Cat Calls, Your Majesty. I was just wondering if you needed help carrying around all of that cake.” he says as he trots towards her hindquarters, looking up and gesturing at her wide load.
The Princess chuckles softly and smiled “Why thank you. Cat Calls. I would be more than happy for you to assist me with holding onto my cake, please, go right ahead.” she says, gesturing with her head at the baked goods on her back.
He beams at her quite happily, and reaches up quickly once he is given the go ahead.
Sadly, it is not the cake on her back that he grabs.
The Princess gives an indignant squeal and has to fight against the urge to kick out, both to avoid harming her subject and also to avoid knocking the cake on her back over and onto the ground as Caty Calls gives her ample flanks a hard, firm SMACK! She gasps and her eyes go wide as her head snaps back to look at him in sheer disbelief, watching her flank redden slightly from the impact, only to have him, right before her very eyes, lay another hard SMACK to her other flank, giving it another mark to match.
The Princess squeals out again embarrassingly, her face beginning to redden almost as much as her flanks as she watches this…this impudent little cur rear up on his hind legs and begin to knead at both of her spectacular hindquarters with his forehooves. “Thanks Princess! I always figured you’d be happy to share this big fat ass if someone asked, but I didn;t think you’d give it up *that* easily. I guess it’s easy to be generous with it when you have so much of it, huh?”
The Princess, needless to say, was speechless. There was no room for rage just yet. Oh no, her conscious perception was totally ensconced in an overwhelming inability to accept the reality before her, that one of her very own subjects was brazenly molesting her in broad daylight. Not only that, but was calling her a slut, a common trollop allowing it to continue.
She swallowed her incredulity and put on her most polite, kind face, taking a deep, slow breath through her mouth handout of her nose before speaking again. “N-now, Cat Calls, I believe there has been a misunderstanding pertaining to the meaning of the word er…cake in this context. I Did not want you to spank and knead my flanks, I wanted you to-”
“Oh, don’t you worry, Princess, I know exactly what a set of flanks like this needs.” he says, almost totally ignoring her as he gives her ample rump another firm swat, beaming at her as if what he was doing was as benign and commonplace as offering a mare ones parasol to shield them from a sunday summer shower.
Alright, now she was starting to get a bit angry. Her jaw clenches and her body goes tense as she starts to move to put this ruffian in his place. Right up unti she remembers the source of this entire issue, the large, delicious pastry on her back. Nowmally, it would be no issue to simply levitate it off of her back. (Come to think of it, this could have all been avoided if she had simply levitated the cake in the first place.) However, she finds herself unable to draw up the proper focus to do so while this cad is having his way with her hindquarters.
And as much as she hates to say it, she cannot bring herself to put such an immaculate work of art to waste, even to preserve her dignity. And they are, at the very least, alone for the time being, with noone to witness the crass act unless she should bring attention to herself.
Unable to stomach the idea of being seen in such arrears even if it meat her guards would quickly dispatch this pest, she swallowed softly and looked forward, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her displeasure, intent on keeping some fragment of her dignity intact as she endured this unruly treatment. “V-very well, if you insist on continuing this vile farce, be aware that my benevolence can only extend so far, little po-EEP!”
She lets out a loud, surprised, embarrassing squeak as the stallion suddenly buries his face between her soft ivory cheeks, giving a satisfied groan as he did so. Her wings shoot out to either side, spreading wide and thankfully not knocking over her vaunted pastry as she feels her legs involuntarily shift to a wider stance at the sudden unwelcome stimulation. Her eyes widen as she feels something hot and wet slither against her…oh dear goodness how vile!
Cat Calls gives a small moan as he dines on a delicious side of powdered donut to go with all of this cake, the feeling of his tongue slithering into her is enough to make the poor princess go weak at the knees, her legs bending as she slowly sinks to the ground onto her belly.
With a soft wet pop, the stallion removes his lips from her pucker, pulling back and giving one of her ample, doughy flanks a firm bite, sinking his teeth in enough to leave soft marks and draw another most undignified squeal from the royal. “See, I told you, cake this good deserves to be eaten! Though I don’t think i’m going to be able to finish all of this in one sitting, it’s just way too big for that!” he says conversationally as he rears up on his hind legs, planting his forelegs on either side of her ample hips.
As she felt the relatively slight increase in weight bearing down on her hindquarters, her pupils contracted and her ears flattened against the top of her head, fighting the urge to look back “W-what are you doing back there!?” She asked, unable to stop the nervousness from creeping deeply into her tone.
He chuckled softly, giving her juicy backside another playful spank before answering as the princess felt something thick, warm, and damp begin to prod through her cheeks. “Well, I’ve had my fill, so now I’m just playing with my food.” he answers simply, rocking his hips forward until the blunt, wide tip of that thick protrusion kissed against her well-savored donut.
She gives a gasp at the feeling of him pressed against her untapped opening, the puffy ring of muscle twitching in instinctual anticipation. She felt her tail flag and immediately felt deeply humiliated, but did her best to collect herself to offer a convincing ultimatum “Cat Call, if that goes inside of me, i will have your head.”
The Stallion shrugs as he tightens his grip on her back half with a foreboding sense of finality, seeming to wiggle his hips as if to properly center himself. “Maybe, but not before I have your ass.” he replies almost flippantly before heaving his hips forward.
“What!? W-Wait no non-Ohhhhhhhhh BUCK!” Celestia cries out before covering her mouth with both of her forehooves, blushing quite heavily ad her outburst and trying her damndest to muffle the proceeding shouts, squeals and bleats that are drawn from her as this reprehensible degenerate of a stallion atop her begins to impudently piston his hips against her wobbling, heavy, posterior.
He lets out a satisfied groan as he drills his way into her core as best he can, an admittedly herculean task with so much ass in the way of the goal that was her hole, but one he seems to take to with gusto.
“F-Faust, Princess, I’m surprised that the clap of your asscheeks isn’t alerting the guards, with how dummy thicc you are!” He taunts as he starts to lean into the motion of his harsh strokes more and more, his perch on her plush posterior becoming more precarios by the moment as he hung on for dear life!
Celestia, on the other hand, is not having a good time. Mentally at least. Physically, having her ass demolished is making the poor mare squirt like a fucking fountain against the thighs of her assailant as her hole twitched and clenched around his turgid length. But mentally, she feels absolutely demeaned, humiliated even to be used in such a manner, to have her purity snatched and soiled in the middle of a dirty…okay, admittedly fairly clean alleyway, it is closer to uptown this far along after all.
But the relative sanitary conditions of her defilement does little to dissuade her displeasure. And to top it all off, she feels the pastry perched on her back beginning to slide and tilt! Even with her stiffened wings propping it in place,the momentum of her momentously fat ass is setting her prostrate body in motion, and the cake along with it!
She does her damndest to plead for an end to this madness, finally deigning to look back at him with an expression that can only, deliciously be described as pathetic. “C-Cat Calls, please, you must stop this at o-ohhhh Faust…stop this at once!” she manages to pant out between indignant squeals of pleasure from having her backside so vehemently hammered. “M-my cake will-”
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about your cake, Princess. I’m taking good care of it.” he says salaciously as his base picks up even more, his hips almost a blur against the rapidly wobbling set of stupendous fuckpillows she so pitiously and publically attempted to pass off as a set of flanks. Unfortunately for her eager assailant, it seemed that now, his blatant disregard for the actual pastry on his back may shortly no longer play to his advantage.
Celestia bites her lip and simply buries her face between her front legs on the ground in front of her, trying to endure for just a bit longer, hoping, pleading with the powers that be that her momentous effort in resisting the urge to remove the lights from this impudent molester will not prove to be in vein as she feels his heavy prick throbbing and swelling deep inside of her. Just a bit longer, she thinks to herself, just a bit more and she will be free to set this cake down off of her back and give this ruffian what he deserved!
And just as she believed, he seems to be drawing to a finish! His thrusting is becoming more erratic and urgent as he kicks and twitches inside of her with every hilt deep pump into her rump. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he slams himself home one finally time and begins to unload. His seed quickly drains from his heavy sack with the aid of the clenching, greedy royal hole strangling his flared cock dry.
He collapses atop her in a graceless, satisfied pile, his hooves knocking the cake on her back carelessly onto the ground as he settles against the plush, ample hindquarters of his well pounded princess with a soft sigh.
That is of course, until he finds himself aborbtly dislodged, his cock slipping from it;s resting place with a wet suckling pop as the princess somewhat shakily gets to her feet, eyes locked on the once glorious pastry now messily splattered across the cobbles of the alleyway.
For a few long moments her expression is inscrutable, and as the post nut clarity begins to set in, Cat Calls, for the first time during this entire encounter, begins to wonder if maybe nonconsensually buttfucking an immortal goddess in a back alleyway was such a bright idea.
He slowly approaches again, reaching a hoof up towards her shoulder, a look of concern slowly blooming across his features. “U-um…Princess Celestia, are you oka-ACH!”
His inquiry was cut short as a powerful ivory hoof gripped his throat, lifting him into the air, legs dangling and kicking under him as he was brought face to face with the princess. Her rage was in full force, eyes ablaze and a righteous, indignant fury that even her beloved sun could barely muster the force to match. He did not need her to verbally reply to see that she is very much in fact, not okay.”
He sputters and scrambles uselessly as he is faced with the only thing more terrifying than an angry alicorn, the consequences of his own actions! “N-now now Princess Celestia, I am sure you are thinking right now: ‘What should i do with the stallion who just fucked my butt.’ And the answer might suprise y-OH FOUST NOOOOOOO!”
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Meanwhile in downtown canterlot, a rather happy baker takes his lunch break, listening to the radio in the back of his building as he enjoys a delicious daisy sandwich packed by his beautiful wife. The Grand Opening with the princess had gone swimmingly, and his handoff with the cake she had wanted him to sneak to her past her guards had gone off without a hitch! He hoped she enjoyed it, she had seemed quite excited to get her hooves on it after all.
As he was entertaining this fairly wholesome trainof thought, the song he was listening was cut off by the voice of a local newscaster.
“Ladies and gentleponies,w e interrupt this broadcast to bring you a breaking news bulletin. There has been what seems to have been an arcane meltdown in uptown canterlot, about a quarter of a mile away from the Royal Palace. Witnesses report gut wrenching screams followed by what is characterized as ‘a light brighter than any they had ever seen, and a tremendous heat. Shortly after this, witnesses report the emergence of an unidentified flying object taking the appearance of a ball of fire streaking through the sky at previously unrecorded speeds, on a trajectory with the sun itself! Leading experts on arcane theory arte at a loss to explain this strange magical phenomenon. There appear to be no casualties as of this time, but approximately 100 feet outward from the sight of the incident has been superheated into a smooth, glasslike amalgam. The Princess appears to be aware of the event, but was unavailable for commentary. We here at Canterlot News Network will continue to bring you up to date coverage on this event at our usual broadcasting times as further information becomes available…”
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A banishment to the sun and a long shower later, Celestia sits in her bedroom, rubbing her temples as she processes the sheer insanity of the last half hour or so. After submitting herself to sodomy from a random stranger just to get away with cheating on her diet for cake, she is starting to consider that perhaps she has a serious problem. Perhaps she should get in touch with that therapist she sent Twilight to….then again perhaps a different one would be better. She clicks her tongue and winces as she shifts in her bed, reaching back to rub at her sore hindquarters with a soft grumble.
She slowly dragged herself from the bed and shook her head, limping slightly as she made her way to the balcony. In any case, it was time to enter once again into glorious spiritual union with her celestial body, to become as one with the incandescent sphere that sanctified her rule. She cast forth her magic, bonding with the essence of the gentle star that graced her world with life, becoming as one mind with her…
“Oh! Hey, what’s up, Princess!”
Her eyes go wide as she heard a voice she hoped to never har again. At least not for a thousand years or more. “Oh No…”
“Oh yes! Looks like when you banished me to the sun, it made my soul a part of the sun, and since I am the only one here who has one, Anytime you touch the sun, i can touch you! Oh! I wonder if I can…”
An ethereal golden hood manifests, wretched in a pale white fire and smacks her flank viciously, right on the same tender area that had been abused earlier today. The princess squeals, but does her best to maintain her concentration, still lowering the sun, though a bit more slowly than before. “W-wha-!?”
“Ah, buckin sweet! Yeah it looks like this connection goes both ways. I can’t believe I get you all to myself twice a day for a thousand years.
All to yourself, what do you…No…no you can’t, you can’t!” The princess pleads as she tries to hurry the lowering of the sun, having a dreadful feeling that she knows all too well what he means.
Sadly she is far too late, moment’s later, she feels it, a thick, warm ethereal protrusion slid between her cheeks once more, kissing softly against her abused, empty pucker as her eyes go wide and her face drops.
“Praise the Sun!”
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A sky splitting screech breaks the peace over Canterlot Palace, and guards rush to the aid of the distressed princess, busting down her door and dashing towards her balcony, weapons at the ready. “Princess, where are y-SWEET MERCIFUL FAUST!”
The guards are taken aback at the sight before them, the princess lay prostratedon her belly, wings akimbo, flapping uselessly as a pair of ethereal hips, complete with a rather impressive package, rams against her hindquarters brutally at an almost mechanical pace. Her eyes are crossed, and her tongue lolled out, seemingly in her own little world as she is railed six ways to the sun.
They look to eachother unsure, some of them now sporting fairly insecure, confused boners, until finally the leaderof the squad clears his throat and speaks again “I uh…I see you have things well and under control, carry on…” before the lot of them fuck off, extremely confused and mildly aroused, leavingt he princess to whatever the fuck it was she was doing there.
From that day on, the ponies would notice that it took the princess significantly longer to rasis and lower the sun, and she would never approach her balcony to do so anymore, strange, distressed moans echoing from her chambers during the entire process. Her appearance at the summer sun celebration ceased, and the ponyfolk began to brew rumors of her declining health, though she never seemed to show it in her public appearances, aside perhaps, for a slight tiredness and anxiosuness whenever her little ponies approached her.
Until one day, a thousand years hence, a new threat emerged from the sun to wreak havoc upon the land, but that, my friends, is a story for another day.
