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Hero Sandwiches, Hot and Ready

Your legs feel like bonfires at this point, aching from all the exertion and pressure you’ve put upon them. You can hardly blame yourself though; you’ve been at this for an hour, and the end seems as far from sight now as it was then. Every muscle you see standing out on your sweaty arms like cordwood is a testament to your progress but you never thought the task before you would be this laborious.

But eventually, with a few pumps, a few pants, and a few more fitful thrusts forward, you finally reach that glorious nirvana…

… of your apartment’s front doorsteps.

And with that, another of your lengthy jogging regimens is over.

Of course, with what’s been awaiting you lately, this is not at all going to be the most work that you think your hips will be putting in on this sunny day.

That gets a saucy grin on your face, as you push open the glass door to a welcome blast of AC-ed air. Even now, with your lightheadedness and fatigue, triumph is all that touches your heart. You’ve gained quite a bit in the time since you started this regimen, this training, and the ridges and ripples of muscle peeking around your arms like curious cobras have proven.

Though, it is not for some upcoming marathon - at least, none you’d be able to do in public.

In fact, you still think it a bit out-of-thi- world, as you pull yourself into the elevator and jab at the faded buttons, that this is all to up your stamina for a pair of… alicorns? Magical, ponies, yes. Wings, horns, the whole nine yards.

No wait, that’s you, when the Royal Sisters come calling.

Because those two alicorns you’ve become very familiar with, Princesses Celestia and Luna, have been happily sharing the bed with you for several weeks now. Fast friends and fuckbuddies, all in one. And literally pushing their way through your TV screens to do it, in a way you never thought could look so hot.

Not even The Ring porn had anything on this.

Immediately, your thoughts are as free as the saltine-stale elevator air as you see your apartment room door, right across the hall. You almost spring down to it, certain that you look a bit ridiculous doing so. This is not the chin-to-chest, uber-focused dash you’ve been looping your block doing for the past hour and change: this is almost a gait, a gallop-like side step as you blow down the hall.

But you can’t help it, and don’t want to. Boldness and desire bring a spring to your every step and a jolt behind every blink. You feel full of energy, full of life. And you can’t wait to spend another day of it with your favorite princesses.

And with that final bound you take into your apartment, you start preparing your greeting.

Slowly, the checkerboard walls of your kitchen greet you - and so does that infamous Celestia-colored white frying pan of yours. Chuckling at it now you push it to the side, you uncover the box it’s listing on and look through the items within, the buzz in your stomach getting warmer and more thrilling with each item you see.

Box with monogrammed hoof-covers? Check, and thanks for that raise you negotiated too, you!

Moon pies? Check. It’s a Princess Luna favorite, thanks to you; try finding that on the Wikia!

List of free times you have thanks to your new work schedule? Check…and look at that wonderful two-hour window you have there. Already you can feel the churn in your loins peak up at the thought of how that face-to-face will be with Celestia. Or rather, mouth-to-member.

Speaking of the mouth…rubber gag? Check, and this time it’s for you - no need to alert the nobility of Canterlot to just how good their diarchs were with their tongues.

And finally, the spare cell phone….

Sorry.

Spare cell ph…

Huh. Weird. Nothing was there, and that one cost the most money of everything in this box.

Of course, it doesn’t take you long to find the culprit - a black card rests at the bottom of the bag, and you can recognize the signature immediately – too perfectly curved to be handwritten, too pungent with ink to be made by a computer.

This was made by Luna’s horn.

And the words within leave you as pale as the moon she monitors.

It seems my sister’s insistence on me being bolder and visiting this world has borne fruit. A very thorough choice of gifts that you have picked, friend - I would like to return the favor.

Take a visit to your dining quarters when you come back. I shall be waiting, but not for long.

I trust that you will not disappoint.

• Luna

You don’t know whether that meant business or pleasure awaited you in that room several feet from you. Whether that flicker of light between wood and weathered tile was for your sweetest dreams or of… well, a Nightmare.

Silently, you gulp, vow to actually secure your stuff next time, but then brush it off as soon as the thought arrives. If this was as bad as all that, you doubt you’d get this much warning. Or even that the room would be this… intact.

Which only brought to mind the fact that you were still standing here dumbly, and not over there answering Luna’s call.

With a heady sigh, you leave to see what you can see.

Turns out the flicker came from the TV, though the black mass blocking most of its light from view leaves you wondering what show this could be. On the counter is that little lost phone of yours, squat atop your table like an unassuming beetle. Next to it is a bottle of… something, you cannot see the label. But the clear, glass-like covering and the strap around it hints to you to its origins; definitely not from the boss.

At least, not a two-legged one.

Running a finger across the bottle’s rim - and surprising yourself with the lyre-like hum that comes from doing that - you sit down at long last. But you don’t tip down that bottle just yet.

You’re still curious as to where Luna might be, and the murmurs of what must be your neighbors are making it hard to collect yourself. Well, that, and the fatigue.

So you turn back to the TV, raising the remote to change it several times.

Strange. Not working. But if it’s not on the regular channels, and you had it off before you left, then…

Slowly, you take more notice of the shadowy lump almost… squashed, is that the right word?... against your TV screen. Sometimes it’s black, but at other times, it shifts and those voices get louder. And there’s some pink diamond-like shape that peeks out at the center, glistening like the cavity of a conch shell.

You’re sure this is somewhat familiar to you, but you’re not sure from what.

Or why you can’t, no matter how much your thumb hurts, change the channel from it!

Then the mass shifts, a ray of pale yellow peeks into the right end of your TV, and those voices get louder.

“... certain that amendment 41.1 will be of special interest to you, Princess. Especially following that dreadful Canterlot Wedding incident…”

“Fancy, be more tactful! Clearly, her Majesty knows of this incident, look at how it makes her hang her head! There is no need to scratch at a scab like that!”

You stand up immediately, not knowing when you were standing in front of the TV. The bottle is still hanging loosely in your hand, but your mind is anything but listless.

So this is Equestria you’re both seeing and hearing - apparently a council meeting for the princesses. Likely, you have an eye on the proceedings, and if that light sigh you hear belongs to the pony you think, it’s going about as well as a meeting like that can be. But why is the picture you’re seeing just this… shapeless mass?

Slowly, you raise a finger and poke at the center, dumbly expecting the picture to shimmer as a sign it was magically conjured.

And it does.

As your finger hits something unmistakably wet.

Drawing it back like a hot wire, the rest of the pieces slam their way into your mind. There’s a reason why this sight is familiar: you have not even days before, had this very sight laid right upon your face. And the obsidian alicorn who it belonged to keening like a wanton slut.

So why oh why, in the middle of a bustling conversation, is Luna parking her leaking labia - her flush pussy - right against your TV?!

Then you remember that sign, the wording of Luna’s letter, and your eyes turn to the bottle in your hand. How this is not in a million pieces on your floor is beyond you.

Slowly, you twist it until you see another note attached to its label. The writing is slightly loopier, but still ethereally perfect, and these words make your knees hit the carpet with a soft thunk.

The potion will let you do for Luna what I did for you in that bathroom, my friend. Go as hard as you like, this has been a fantasy for my sister for ages. If it gets too raucous - well, she assures me she has ways to keep our council from catching on.

But above all, have fun!

• Princess C.

Again, time seems to speed by in such a way that you barely know when you started taking that first swig of the potion. But your throat is so dry that the relieving, honey-like mix traveling down it makes you shiver.

Then the first sparks of that magical brew race along your limbs, and any fatigue you are feeling wipes itself away. Turning back to the prodigious pony ass pressed against your TV screen, you know what you have to do now. And, between the fact that Celestia - sweet, unassuming, “innocent” Princess Celestia - set up something so raunchy has already formed a tent against the fabric of your tights.

Your fingers creep down to that pussy again, and this time, it is not just the feel of the wetness it pushes back with, but that precious ambrosia trickling down your trembling arm. You feel those cheeks around your probing finger go taut, and know that Luna knows you’re there, and she makes no move to dislodge you. In fact, her ass grinds harder against the magic-warping glass.

You are barely minutes back from a workout and Luna’s waiting for another of her own, all but sitting on your TV screen’s edge as she awaits more.

The smell of that room hits your nostrils as well - the sharp fragrance of the flowers likely adorning that room’s ceiling, the light undercurrent of sweat from the ponies assembled in it.

But above all that, you smell Luna’s ripe, citrusy snatch. Even her tail, freely floating into your living room right now, only serves to waft that enticing aroma toward you.

Now you are fully aware of the several sounds rising to meet that come-hither, your senses no longer in delay as you shove your pants and boxers to the floor. Your cock springs out, bobbing sharply with its aching hardness, andyou idly think of how nightmarishly clammy it will feel if you forget and pull those sodden clothes over it again. Especially after you slough half of the bottle over your dick, the thick liquid preparing it well for the pounding it will soon be doing.

The rest of that mix goes down your throat - you want to have this type of sensuous contact as long as you can - and you set back to work on Luna’s sodden lips. Two fingers quest out towards it this time, stroking every contour and dip of that puffy slit. The Princess of the Moon is breathing through her mouth in sharp hisses, and thank goodness for Fleur’s attempt to save face for Luna, as the stallion nobles’ voices continue on with their next topic in hurried tones.

And utterly ignorant to the pair of fingers pinching and slipping over their diarch’s slippery cunt.

More juices pour out onto your palm, and your libido seems to rise with the temperature of the room you’re in. Again, you take note of every second that your face, your breath, drifts closer to that twitching clit. Your fingers tread dangerously close to the entrance to her pussy, spreading them until it’s a diamond of pink flesh trembling helplessly against your fingernails.

And then - well, you snugly sink your teeth into one of those bulbous ass-balloons in front of you. Not too hard – barely even a bite, really – but you feel how sharply Luna’s backside jumps in reaction and you’re almost disappointed when no voices pipe up to take notice.

To be fair, her quivering ass brings so much more clarity about this moon-moving mare to the forefront. Her rump is less squishy and jiggly than Celestia’s, but makes up for it with muscle, springing against your hands firmly enough to bounce a bit off of. The moon shapes splashed upon her flanks like a Rorschach painting shimmer beautifully before your eyes, even more than the sweat and fucksap dripping from her quivering mound onto your already sodden carpet. And the tail lazily drifting over you like a dark cloud is fully docked, allowing a look at her juicy plot in such a deliberate, pleading way that you’re left open-mouthed.

Luna is truly like a trotting tapestry, even when she wants you to fuck her in the middle of a meeting.

And you really want to see how she plans to explain away an Equus-rattling orgasm right now.

Three of your fingers align, straighten out, and plunge in.

Even before the telltale squish of Luna’s canal clamping down on your digits, the thump of her head hitting the table finally gets a familiar voice changing its tone.

“My Princess! Is something the matter?”

That voice you know is Royal Guard Spearhead, and you almost chuckle realizing it. Rarity Investigates! is one of your favorite episodes and the depth that guard shows in it are why. Even the most peripheral characters seemed to come into their own on that show on a regular basis.

Some coming more than others.

If only Spearhead knew just what was making his Majesty quiver.

“N-no, Spearhead. I -ah!- simply had a startling thought! About the budgeting your division has, and how-oh!-it could be cut. Surely thou must have something to say in your d-defense!” You don’t blame Luna for putting Spearhead on the spot like that - apparently, the topic was closer to his heart than before, and that made it perfect to keep his mind off of you digging your fingers deeper into her snatch. Juices spray around your hand like a burst hydrant, but you know that she has not cum yet.

Doesn’t stop you from lapping out the drops that catch on your lips and chin, though. It puts the potion you chugged to shame, as sweet and rich as a dessert wine as it races its way down your throat.

“Well… I thought your words on that point were superb, your Majesty. But if you wish…”

But Speahead’s voice matters little to you now that Luna’s voice is trickling down to yours, probably hidden under the table; gasps and grunts and very un-Canterlot-ish curses greeting your ears as your fingers drill into her G-spot. You’ve found it in record time, and she is hauling herself onto your hammering digits in relish.

You know that this is not the only thing she wants to feel within her vice-like walls…

Giving your throbbing manhood a few more strokes to get it as marble-hard as she likes, you yank your fingers out of her. Her drooling slit thirsts for more of you, dribbling and gaping as you prepare to mount your moon princess

And so, swallowing in more pride than you’d ever thought you possessed months ago, you oblige Luna.

Slowly, you pry those juicy lips open, the shiver Luna gives at that traveling to your spine. You let your meat-log grind against those open lips, panting up a storm of your own. Vividly, an image flashes into your mind of what Luna looks like now, trying to keep face after being finger-fucked and frotted.

“Princess, is it too hot? Your tongue is hanging out! Guard, get a window open pronto!”

You fight back another chuckle at Spearhead’s mistaken inquiry. Then that turns into a sultry hiss as your dick’s mushroomed tip squishes lewdly against Luna’s flower.

Luna’s tail twitched once, then looped around your neck like a scarf, trying to push you further onto her pussy.

Well, no need to keep a desire-drunk diarch waiting.

You take your first thrust into that warm twat, and get in seven inches before those shivering walls make you too loopy to keep pushing. You know it’s seven because normally, your balls would have slapped against the underside of Luna’s snatch already were you any deeper.

A Monopoly-piece-tiny part of you wonders how often you’ve been fucking Celestia to know this.

Then it blasts away as Luna cums around your dick. This time it’s unmistakable, those walls flutter like butterflies as they seize your fuckstick, wringing it as much as it washes it over in lovesap. It comes hot, heavy, and slow, clinging to the rug in pools rather than sinking down into it.

With herculean effort, you stave off your own orgasm, trapped between Luna’s spasming glutes and folds.

Then comes the telltale shimmer from an igniting horn, and a magical sheen washes over you. It feels like a hot breeze, yet goosebumps rise on your sweaty skin in response. You pipe up, want to ask Luna what this spell was for. Or at least, how somepony so wet can also feel so amazingly tight.

But the second nary a hint of sound travels past your lips, no matter how your vocal cords strain, you know what has happened, and why. Luna’s definitely moaning at this point, and this is her desire to keep her meeting from hearing it. And you’ve been dragged along for the ride, as hilted inside her pulsing body as you are.

A wicked thought plants itself in your mind though, as Luna’s aftershocks tremble your core. If nopony can hear Luna now, and that issue was the main thing giving away you trenching her twat completely…

Inch by inch, you pull back, the flowy tail scarf around your collar tightening in desperation - yep, seconds off a world-shattering climax and Luna wants to feel you return the favor inside her. You gently pat it with one hand as your other hand travels back to get another handful of moonbutt.

You then pinch the folds of Luna’s still-stuffed snatch, loving how she pushes her ass out into your living room more. She almost certainly looks like she’s being eaten by her luxurious seat now.

And then you’re re-hilting your throbbing cock back into her nice and deep, assured that she’ll be sprawled on that table counter if she isn’t ready.

Apparently, her hooves save her from such a sight, though you do hear a slight screech of wood that those scrabbling limbs left in their wake. But nopony notices, too lost in the chatter they have among themselves about Luna’s state.

Everypony’s suspicious, but not froggy enough to check.

And you love it.

So does Princess Luna, if her swiveling ass grinding against you is any indication.

Slowly, you start your rigorous ass-pounding routine. Just rapid enough to make waves of flesh ripple along those beautiful glutes of Luna’s, but slow enough that she’s not being completely bounced across the table like a whore. It’s just the tempo that she wants, and the slivers of light around your thrusting pelvis show her closing a shaky hoof over her mouth to hold back her screams.

Or at least so you think.

Until that pale light is met with a lightning-fast flash of blue, and suddenly you can hear her gasp “ - so deep, please don’t STOP-” right into your brain.

“Luna?!” you shriek out, shocked about her spell possibly fading. Ironic, considering, but it stops you mid-thrust, despite her pleas. “Are you okay, wh-?”

“Perfectly fine!” comes her shaky reply, her folds still twitching around your dick. “Just… was not fair. Keeping you… keeping you from hearing what you do to me. Took a while for me to prepare this incan-ah!-incantation. Do not fret… no one else can hear us.”

Mind-projection, or something close? It would be something within the wheelhouse of a dream-walker like Luna. “Your talents know no bounds, Princess,” you pant.

“Nay. It is Twilight who taught us this.“

“Wait, how-?”

“She is… quite the voyeur too.” You can almost hear Luna's grin at this. “Especially with Trixie, whose ego stays strong no matter how much she cums.”

Trixie!

Trixie!

You almost recline in your shock before the feel of Luna’s walls re-tightening around you snaps you back to reality. “Right. Sorry, Luna. Guess I should continue our work, huh?”

“P-please dooooo….” Luna’s voice tails off into a light moan. “S-Spearhead means well, but… he goes on so long! Please. Make me cum again, for my sake and his-by FAUST!”

Right back into the raven-black rump of Luna and both your voice and hers meld into a rapturous wail. You’ve never felt more exhilarated, back into pounding the living nightlights out of your Princess.

You don’t know if it’s that sight or the potion, but electricity is pumping through you now. Your head leans on your TV screen’s edge as you roughly trench the pussy of the alicorn sitting over its screen. Sweat leaks down that tv, your pendulum-like balls, and Luna’s ass in sparkling rivers. Your only regret is not being at the right angle to lick some of those drops off of Luna’s body.

Or being able to hear the plaplaplap her cheeks are clapping out over the mare-breaking member plowing between them.

Luna’s mental link has its limits, it seems.

The feel, however, is something that none of her magic can dampen. The velvety vice needfully massaging your sensitive cock, the wanton need that makes Luna back herself into you ruthlessly with each thrust. It’s absolutely wild, and that she maintains any scrap of presentability as it’s happening makes you love her more.

Of course, it doesn’t stop you from panting harder at the thought that her councilors are probably in fits now, wondering what’s happening to their princess.

That’s you all right. From put-upon comic store clerk to clandestine railer of Equestrian royalty. From ticking off clipboards to cum-stuffing royal holes. And Luna’s of all ponies - the one so timid and imposing on the show now reduced to a desperation-fueled symphony of mewls and moans as you fuck her senseless.

Literally behind hers and her peers’ backs.

Of course, you pick up the pace at that thought, hammering Luna for all she’s worth. It’s the more exhilarating feeling you’ve ever known, and it gets you going like nothing else ever has.

“Ah-oh-fuck-keep going keep going keep goiiiiinnng-” whinnies into your mind, that Royal Canterlot Voice still following through even here. You’re deaf to all else now, and you’re not sure if you’ll be kneeling or floating on your living room floor after all this is done.

It’s that drenched in Luna’s juices and your pre.

Your hips are starting to burn again, a different sort from the jogging that has slimmed and trimmed those limbs. You don’t even feel tired at all, drawing energy off the shameless moans of Luna, the slick feel of the flood of mare-juice bathing your thighs with every outward slide of your plundering pussy-wrecker.

“It’s too much!” Luna begs. “P-Please, don’t stop! Swell your Princess with your seed!”

There’s that prideful air of Luna you know from the show. But it takes a few seconds longer and that gives you the opportunity to explore Luna more. You didn’t think you could be surprised after that personal day you had with her and Celestia, but when your ass-kneading thumbs flicker against her puckered plot, it makes her almost leap out of her seat with a deep, slatternly groan.

You hear Spearhead wondering if Luna has something up. Luna immediately blurts an excuse about feeling a Changeling’s presence outside the castle, and the court’s stampede out almost gets in tune with your pistoning thrusts.

And then Luna’s moans start blaring out in stereo as you continue, letting you know that she got her fellow ponies out just in time. The spell is definitely fading in strength. You are not.

Neither is Luna’s tail; a wispy hook that wickedly winds around your shoulders, plowing you harder into her in tune with your screwing slides. Certainly not something you thought was possible…but certainly not something you’ll complain about, either!

Mainly because your breath is being taken away by the climactic spring coiling deep in your core. You’re going to explode, and your hips speed to a blur in irresistible anticipation. Your words are incoherent moans now, but Luna’s are as vivid as ever.

She needs you to cum. Cum. CUM. NOW!

And after three withering thrusts, you give it to her good and hard. Seed speeds out of you like a geyser, her insides painted whiter than her cutie mark as she grinds out her own orgasm. Her pussy becomes stiflingly tight around your cock, but white goo pummels out anyways, leaving starbursts of jizz painting her ass and the inside of both your twitching thighs.

Your name leaves her lips in a purr as you slip out, her firm glutes greedy to hold you in even as the packed waves of sperm ooze out. Several more strings of your climax drizzle across her plot and dock, her rump twitching as it mingles with the sweat already slickening them.

By the time the mighty waves of your release fade, you’re clutching her ass so tightly it makes your fingers ache and your knuckles white. But it springs back into its perfect shape immediately after you let go, slumping back onto your own ass with a put-upon exhale.

“Thank you... so much…” burbles Luna, after what feels like a century of staring at her ravished rump. Her voice is husky, yet deliriously happy. “I have had… so many dreams about how this scene could turn out. So many… with you. But none so wonderful as the real thing.”

A grin not perverted or giddy, but warm and grateful, spreads on your lips. You’ve been praised aplenty by this princess over the last few weeks, but this is where it really sinks in.

You’re a crucial, beloved, and honored part of these two’s lives. Something that follows in their dreams, their plans, and their wants in this little slice of Equestria. One that nobody would ever truly know the depths of.

You look down and nearly faint at what you see; the very thought of being a part of Luna’s dirtiest dreams has gotten you hard all over again. You’re pretty sure your cock is hard enough to sharpen diamonds now. And yet so sensitive, you’re sure you’ll explode into diamond dust if you log into this succulent princess again.

“Luna… you've got a court to attend to now, right?” you ask, your own voice burning in your throat from exertion like a lump of sputtering coal. Surely that wondrous plot is in need of caulking too.

With a heavy and a sultry sigh, Luna’s ass pulls wholly into your TV screen, her eyes turning to face you know. “I must now, to cover for my li-Ah! I see. Well, we clearly have to fix this.”

Quickly, you hold up a hand. “Gotta get my breath first. Luna. God, you’re so amazing.”

“Oh, I understand,” smirks Luna. “Much as I would adore the feel, I have imposed upon Spearhead’s goodwill and understanding enough for one day.” She gives a nod to somepony offscreen afterward; it seems like that aforementioned Guard from the timid shrug she gives to you afterward. “But this I promise; your endowment shalt not be left wanting by an alicorn this day.”

You want to ask if it’ll be her, but the feed cuts off and static snow fills your seed-strewn screen. Maybe you should take a cloth to it later - fuckbatter tends to not mix well with electronics.

Besides, you need the time to get your home in shipshape. You've an idea about who'll come calling for cum, and it’d be hard – in more ways than one – to explain how a mix of yours and her sisters’ release is staining your thighs.

A mere hour or so after your encounter with the lunar Princess, while bathing yourself in preparation for your next visit, the lights in your home began to flicker – well, before cutting out entirely.

“Shit, and I just finished settling things with the power company! The hell am I even paying for…?” You cursed under your breath, frustration and anxiety mounting.

Your time with another alicorn was fast approaching, or so Luna had implied - but with the TV out of commission, you’d have to give Celestia the bad news…she definitely wouldn’t be happy. You didn’t really want to find out what an unhappy, un-sated goddess would be like…

You chewed your bottom lip nervously as you thought over what to do. Buy a generator? No, too expensive, not to mention the sound would be a mood-killer for sure.

However, your thoughts are interrupted by the petulant ringing of your cell phone, which has you scrambling to grab it before the voicemail can pick it up. Your brows knit as you notice the number calling you is private, but you press the green button regardless as you hold the phone up to your ear.

“Hello? Who is this? I’m kind of in the middle of something right now.” You say with no small amount of annoyance, tapping your foot on the floor as you do so.

“Well, that’s certainly one way to greet royalty, hmm?” Celestia’s silky-smooth, motherly voice purrs from your phone speaker, making you flinch in surprise. “Especially expected royalty~”

“C-celly! Hey! Yeah, totally, I’ve just had a lot on my mind. The power went out so… you’re not gonna be able to visit today, I think.” You say glumly.

Her mature chuckle sent tingles racing across your skin, as hot as the light of the star she controlled. “Oh, you should know by now that I’m quite resourceful when I need to be. Turn on the video feed, if you’d please.”

You oblige her request, heartbeat picking up as she blows you a kiss through the screen. It becomes blurry and unfocused as she gallops closer, and closer, before suddenly…

Your phone’s screen ripples like water beneath her touch from the other side, stretching out like taffy as one immaculately-manicured white hoof, and then another, expands outward from the small device. You drop your phone in shock at her sudden entrance, sending it clattering face-up to the floor as more and more of your princessly paramour emerges from your phone.

Her gleaming horn and flowing pastel mane are the next to emerge, followed by her regal countenance, which meets your gaze with a radiant, self-satisfied smirk. Her trim midsection and downy, folded wings follow after her, and her expression starts to strain as the portal nears those immense, fuckable, sun-emblazoned flanks of hers.

Her front hooves brace against your floor as she pushes herself through with all of her vast alicorn-augmented might, finally breaching the barrier with a cartoonish pop as her jiggling rear thuds down onto your phone.

Bizarreness be damned, the way those flanks rippled as she landed had you biting your bottom lip and wishing you had sunglasses. You still scarcely believed the gorgeous, well-endowed ruler from another universe was your SO now, but damned if you’d ever be heard complaining!
It wasn’t every day that a commoner got to screw royalty, even if it was a cartoon pony.

…Okay, especially if that royalty was a cartoon pony.

“Ahh, there we go. A bit rough, but nothing I can’t handle.” Celestia preened, fixing her gaze upon the stirring tent in your pants. “It certainly seems that someone enjoyed the show~” She added, licking her lips as she stalked towards you like a prowling cougar…she certainly fit the definition of one, based on what you knew of her age. “Perhaps we should make sure our new guest isn't left in the cold. What do you say, hmm?”

Naturally, you nod dumbly, mind blank with everything but how this wonderful princess is gonna the second the horn lights up lets you know you’re likely out a pair of pants. Thankfully, this time it’s by the denim unknitting itself off of your shaking legs, then reassembling stitch-for-stitch over the sofa. Celestia is thorough when she wants to be if a bit overly grandiose.

Not like you mind when Celestia isn’t as considerate - she’s as generous with clothes as she is with bucking.

“There we go!” Celestia cheerily says as your pride and glory - shiny and pink, you remember - and swivels till her heart-shaped rump is right between it. “Much as I’d love to feel that thing destroy some walls today…” Goodness, when’d Celestia’s speech get this steamy? It’s been barely seconds and your face feels ready to fry bacon. “Today’s a day I want to feel that shower on my outsides.”

Your hands cannot find her flanks fast enough - they also can’t be magicked away and back to your sides fast enough. Apparently, this would be a solo act, and the “Okay then, Celestia - do what you want,” slips from your lips like liquor.

“Don’t I always?” teased Celestia, finally slipping her ass over your trembling fuckspear.

Immediately, snug heat and vice-like tightness engulf your cock, and you throw your head back. Celestia wastes negative time sliding her wondrous butt up and down on you, milking your member for all it’s worth in between while the cold air keeps it concrete-hard.

You moan, low and loud, sure that this’ll be the most coherent sound you’ll be hearing for the next few minutes. It’s not, though, and the way the twerking alicorn before you purrs out your name is hotter than anything you could ever imagine.

“Are you fully aware of how coveted these glutes have been?“ No matter how overwhelming those globes of ali-butt suffocating your dick are, Celestia’s voice never twitches once. Few forces not medial-ring-deep in her ever could, it seems. “Even since I was an adult, every stallion, and even most mares,have longed for nothing more than to feel these cheeks around their head… or their dripping centers.”

Her hips start their lewd dance as she speaks, sweating and thrusting against the massive meat rod leaking pre between her cheeks. You’re close to weeping yourself, the sensation feels so fucking good. It’s an ecstasy practically beyond anything that can be described with words.

“Chrysalis herself has claimed making these cheeks clap and not being blasted into Yakyakistan would be the real sign of powers shifting in Canterlot.” Celestia’s tilted eyebrow follows the confusion sparking in yours. “It seems your cartoon show’s tales of our lives has its limits, though; nothing about how Shining had to last ten minutes inside this royal rump before he could court Cadance?”

Your jaw drops, and not just to moan your approval of her ass-grinding ways. “G-god, Celestia, I didn-”

“There’s only one divine title I answer to in this world, my sweet,” she whispers wistfully. “Yours.”

And then she’s at it again, her ass jackhammering against your cock. Her own slick is sloshing over your balls, adding the springs of the couch to the symphony of your shared moans and groans as she sprang, swiveled, and ground herself onto you. The air is almost sauna-like with her scent, peachy and raw and bittersweet with how her need to breed is drooling from between her thighs.

“Wars have started over the chance to rail this rump, my friend.” Marely pride soaks through Celestia’s voice, though the frantic gyrations into your mare-breeding member are making her voice crack at last. “Entire negotiations tilt the equines’ way with a wiggle of these flank-pillows. And -oh- and yet, you’re the only one who’s lasted five minutes in between them before flooding me so-ah!- so fully.”

You almost want to ask how many have seized these shifting globes of snow-white flesh before you. Not even out of jealousy, but to know the multitude of amazing stories behind them. But one look at the need and steely focus twinkling in her smoldering eyes - from what chance you get to see them, before her flaring wings block them from view - tells you all you need to know. Your tale outstrips them all.

You’ve never wanted to sink your hands in those glorious glutes more. Feel the life swelling and thrum around your fingers, as your pillar of promiscuity hotdogs her through orgasm after orgasm. But despite the flood of alicorn fuck-sap still gushing over your thighs, you know your promiscuous princess will have you cum first before she ever allows herself the luxury.

“So tell me,” Celestia says, and she specifies just as my quaking heart stops thundering in my ears loud enough to hear her. “Tell me you’ll war for this royal ass.”

“A-any war, Princess,” You mean it too; the way those shiny asscheeks roll and ripple as they climb up my cock’s worth a thousand scars.

“Tell me you shall make these cheeks glow with your glorious release. Until your body runs dry and my cheeks burn hot - with your seed.”

Those words, save for the first two, fire their way out of your mouth. You’re thrusting against them, hoping you can get there before she asks more of you, hoping that one thrust will-

-and then those cheeks turn into iron around your ramrod. Your eyes shoot wide open, their first sight the pair of pale hooves pressed on each of their owner’s cheeks. Your seed’s trapped between them, your cum-pipe blocked-up and vanished between two imprints of the sun and the grinning alicorn between them.

The ah ah ah’s already twinkling in Celeista’s eyes.

“Tell me your only wish in life is to use your cum to bathe this royal Sunbutt. To cover it inside and out with everything you have to give it.”

“Yes!” you shriek, the feeling of being denied threatening to drop like a pin - onto the balloon of your dwindling sanity. “Yes! Yes, until you burst. Celestia, p-please, I didn’t know that was what you wanted, but I’ll do it until you plead for me to stop!”

The princess’s grin droops a little. “It isn’t, no.” Then it comes back. “But begging before you cum is.”

Celestia’s hooves retreat from her ass and she grinds that glorious solar prominence into your manhood one last time. You feel yourself get buried into your sofa’s cushions, and your leaking mare-wrecker responds by trying to drown Celestia in cum. These countless weeks of training show themselves here and now, your hips jerking energetically as much as your cock, lines of sticky fuckbatter painting zigzags across Celestia's back, clumping in her twitching wings, adding highlights to her swirling, ocean-like mane.

You realize, as the stars in your eyes fade somewhat, that’s because your orgasm’s traveled so quakingly through your dick that it’s launched the princess into one of her own like a bottle rocket. Her hips are flooding cum onto your twitching testes now, the ponut snug against your member gaping and throbbing as she purrs her arousal into the table in front of her. Her tail even gets in on the action, wringing the base of your fuckstick to get even more drizzling lines of jizz over her glorious glutes.

When it’s done, you’re feebly trying to pry yourself out of the couch she’s ass-humped you into; not from exhaustion, mind, but from lack of anchoring position making your spine burn from the strain. And she’s slumped over your coffee table, deliriously grinning as one hoof strokes at her still-swollen snatch. You barely need to take a breath to know the air’s gonna take hours to purge of the act you’ve joyfully done here twice over…not that you even minded the smell, yourself…

Yet Celesita’s next words take away the breath that you didn’t know your lungs even held. “So, do you feel up to cumming in a third Princess today?”

You feel ready to faint. The thought of… my god, her… and she wanted to- “Celestia - you’re kidding me right? Twilight wants to-”

“I assure you, Cadance does not joke about matters of the heart…” A trademark naughty smirk soon occupies Celestia’s face again. “...or what other parts of you can fit inside her.”

Your heart sinks a little at this, somewhat guiltily - imagine, feeling dour that Twilight wasn’t craving your cock - and then shoots back up into your throat once you remember this is the Princess of Love giving you her flower to de-.

Then it drops again, once you remember her status by this point in Equestria’s history. “Not gonna lie, Celestia, don’t feel right butting in on a… well, married mare.”

Celestia, after a long enough period of blinking you wonder if the lower part of her was petrified by your seed, laughs loud enough to get the birds at your kitchen window taking off. “Not a problem, friend! If my mention of Shining’s… initiation has not hinted at it, us alicorns are very generous to those we fancy - and Cadance and Shining are very open in everything they do.” Her eyebrows wiggle, making your cock jump at the suggestive air they send your way. “Especially each other’s bodies.”

You gulp, your throat suddenly as parched as the Somanbulan desert at the implication…then, after a moment’s pause that felt as if it stretched infinitely, you finally nod.

“Splendid - she’ll come calling in several hours, which should give enough time for you to… well, work on the air.” Celestia is not a lover - well, not for long - and her twinkling horn vamooses every drop of cum not clinging to her voluptuous body off your floor and carpet. “There we go. Thank you so much for the gift, my friend. I would persist, but alas, my duties call to me.”

“A-anytime,” you shakily say, agape at how much power and allure radiates off your Princess, even with her coat and wings utterly ravaged by your jizz. Her hips still swing with the causality and command of a pony that knows she’s the most powerful of her kind -and one of the sexiest, too. And her eyes are sharp as scissors and twice as penetrating, especially with the human she’s finished rump-rutting into a Yellowstone of virile sperm glued to them.

“So you’ve shown,“ Celestia carnally cooes. “Just do the same for Cadance, and I’ve no doubt your days will be very busy… and very bountiful.” Her hoof taps daintily at your phone, the screen lighting up again with her igniting horn. “All she needs is the green light, and I shall happily provide it.”

Realization strikes you as you finally pop out of her monsoon-damp couch, hands flailing onto your table’s lip just in time to keep from headbutting it. “Guessing you’re…”

“The same way I came, yes,” Celestia said, legs tensing for the leap. “Don’t worry though; this time, I’m sure I can do this smoothly. I am a Princess - getting through tight situations is second nature.”

Two minutes later, you’re fighting back chuckles alone in your room, the image of you pushing Celestia’s stuck doughy rump through your phone screen committed to memory.