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              Hero Sandwiches, Hot and Ready               
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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.

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Heroes Need Love Too...+1
“He-hey, looking good! Starting to wonder if I should get me the number for Amazin’ Heroes’ strength coach!”
You and your friend Sammie laugh, both careful to keep the sodas you’re both clutching from for once in a long while, yours is still unopened, let alone down to the level your buddy’s at. It’s only listing in your palm for show during the toast that Sammie had with you. If anything’s got you obsessed with keeping yourself trim, it’s…
Well, that’s it isn’t it? You guiltily think, looking back to the TV you’d been humping the mare on the other side of barely five hours ago. Sammie doesn’t know. Nobody does.
Seems the more things change, the more things stay the same, doesn't it? Where you once kept so much from your friend over issues so familiar that you thought you’d lose them over moping over them, now it’s over something you don’t even know how to start explaining to them. At least it wasn’t stuff like you having a hankering for watching pony fiction, though. Sammie in particular’s been a big fan of Pinkie as you’ve pulled her through the alleys of Friendship is Magic, the pink party pony’s proclivity for fourth-wall breaking and multifarious talents like catnip to Sammie.
In fact, it’s why you’re here, hoping against hope she’ll take your shifts for the next few days. You’ve got the funds from Celestia to help sweeten the pot, though no chance to get it to a pawnshop for the trade. But for now, that time you’ve spent with the princesses - and in one of them, to be exact - has confidence sparking through you, and you’re sure you can convince her without showing the money.
“I already feel guilty for not being with you on your trip before,” you begin with the obvious. The thing that’d stuck you here for such a long span of time to begin with. Before you met Celestia, your mind helpfully reminds you (And by helpful, you mean not.) “I want to actually treat you to a feast for once. To start it up.”
Sammie’s eyes roll playfully behind the can of Shasta she tips down her gullet. “You haven’t had that type of space in the ol’ wallet for ages. Pull the other one, dude, it’s got bells on it.”
Indeed it does, you idly note about the curled-end boots she’s wearing. You bite back a ribbing at whether the feet inside those shoes have met a stall since Christmas, either - not just because it’d be counterproductive, but because you’d help pay for those shoes. “So I figured, since we have different shifts at Amazin’ Heroes, it’ll take time to prepare.”
“Answer is no, sunshine.”
Well, there’s that balloon of confidence you had going in this heading the way of the Hindenburg. “Oh, come on, Sami! When this whole gig at Heroes started, I was doing your shifts and mine!”
“Cuz you were the newbie and needed the experience, cuz I had unused vacation time, silly!” Before you can retort, Sammie’s finger flashes out to jab at your ribcage. “And cuz you asked to take the shifts on ‘stead of letting the boss close early then! Can’t save you from every stupid tax, silly!”
Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. Leave it to the eidetic member of your group to hold your every leap before you look over your head. “Look, Sammie - you said you needed this for your skateboard, an-”
“You’ll be happy to know Jibril’s already offered to sport me the half I was missing!” Sammie relaxed into the couch, closer to where… that spot once was. “Prolly might know if you caught my five messages this morning - heck was your phone at, buddy, in the dryer?” Then her nose wrinkles as her overall-covered butt adjust in her perch. “Cuz I’m thinking this sofa might need one, too. Eesh, dude.”
Thankfully, her looks’ are still one of slightly deterred mischief, and you brush it off. “Look, it's just for one week, Heroes has a policy letting exactly this be a thing, and my boss is already up for it!”
“Final answer is still no, dude.” Sammie’s frown starts growing as she sits up to reach for the remote on your table. “Embarrassed enough that we did all that to keep this roof over your head, asking my region manager to have your shift for a week will be time I could spend not wanting to choke on my own shoe hearing him drone.”
“But…”
“Look, this is a nice offer you’re making, but that’s all it’s gonna be; an offer,” Sammie’s gaze bores into yours, the girl looking amazingly imposing even as she scrabbles for the remote with her other hand. “Not gonna believe you broke two weeks of borderline radio silence to burn more money, and I’m not having you get evicted trying to apologize for something I already forgave you for, so if you-”
Then her hand knocks over the box on your stand… and you gasp in horror as you realize it’s the one holding the Equestrian bits. No! You think. I can’t explain this!
But those precious gemstones are tumbling onto your rug as you futilely reach to stop them, fingers opening and closing like bear traps as your eyes shrink to pinpricks. So does Sammie’s as she sees those bits dance over the threads in your rug.
“No. Way.” Sammie breathed. Her tone is level and dangerously low, as she looks over those colorful bits. “So this is why you’ve been so mum with me and the boys over this whole month.”
Your heart’s about to rocket off to Mars right now, you don’t know what to say. “Look, Sammi-”
Sammie's hand shoots up to silence you, and you do, ready for the guillotine to drop. No way a FiMnatic like her doesn’t recognize where those gems come from. And when she does…
“... you didn’t tell me that you had an inheritance, man!” Sammie jumped up, her own eyes twinkling madly now. “Shit, and here I was thinking you just wanted to watch Magic Duel!”
You blink for several seconds, stuck trying to comprehend the size of the bullet that just missed you. “Uh… I mean, yeah, but…” Come on, focus! Focus! “I mean, how did you know! I didn’t even tell you?”
“About the time you stepped out to visit your parents? Last Tuesday and Wednesday?” Sammie cried. “Course I remember that, I was so steamed you didn’t give a reason! But this?” Her finger jabs at the gemstones littering your floor. “I know for sure you didn’t have that before you left!!”
“M-my parents?” Your mind flashes back to that time, right about in the middle of your exercise regiment. When Celesta and Luna had popped out of your phone to check just how much… stamina… that running has given you.
Seven hours, it had turned out. And another eight to get the imprint of Luna out of your bed.
Suddenly, that ‘scrambled eggs, serving 8’-level blush is back on your face. “Oh, right,” you sheepishly ‘admit’. “Was… it was supposed to be for my trip with you, but it got lost in the mail, and then you had to go without me, and they didn’t know,”
“Oh!” Sammie’s grin drops a little, but you sigh at that. Lent money for a trip wouldn’t warrant a call to your parents on your end, inheritances would. Better your new story stands. “Well then! Guess we have your end of the bargain done! What’d you say to get them to pay you in that?”
You give Sammie a watery grin. “Wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” You also recall repeating that when you told Sammie you were seeing someone - the thing that’d started that Shasta soda toast to begin with - and the deja vu almost makes you laugh.
“Yuk it up all you want, buddy.” Sammie taunts, finally getting her hands on your remote and flipping to the DVD scene. “Just don’t go spoiling this episode for me because you’re too rich to care, now.”
You wouldn’t dream of it. And the episode passes like one too, you only half watching it as your eyes flicker to the clock above. It’s weird, too; that episode is one of your favorites. But you know just what awaits when that clock strikes seven today, and it starts overriding your focus.
Still, it’s not often you’re just chilling with your friends here. It’s only now you really notice how cute Sammie is, and how wonderful it is to share your encyclopedic knowledge of this show with her. Heck, it might’ve been her you popped the question to if Celestia hadn’t popped her own head into your world those countless weeks ago.
So for those last few minutes - for that time when Trixie’s squared off with Twilight in that ill-fated rematch - you do laugh and chortle and cheer along with her. And for that short time, the thought of how you’ll butter up the literal Princess of Love fades away, the Princess's cock-cravings fade away, the bits fade away. It’s just two friends, poring over an episode of ingenuity and graciousness, of big returns and even bigger face-offs.
Until your phone buzzes to life just as Trixie throws down her smoke bomb on screen.
It takes seconds for you to put that phone up, and a speed not reached by any living object before for your eyes to widen at the sight.
“Hello!” Princess Cadance chirps, her wonderfully curvy face and starry eyes filling your screen. “I was wondering - should I prepare myself some for your visit? My sisters-in-law were thorough about your talents and-”
“Keepquitetthereareother-” escapes your lips desperately, but the Princess of Love’s voice was enough to make Sammie’s head start turning anyway. Apparently, not even Trixie’s pratfall was enough to save you this time.
“Yo, who’s that?” Sammie’s eyes are twinkling mirthfully too. “Because if you got some new friends to go with that haul–holy shit, is that Princess Cadance?”
Your hand slaps over the screen before Cadance can reply in the affirmative, Cadance’s voice drowned underneath the clicks and boops of accidentally pressed tabs. “N-no, Sammie! It’s this new app, y’know, like the one that puts dog whiskers and ears on your face and all that?”
Yes, that app has long been put out of popular knowledge - but you hope it sticks.
It doesn’t.
“And I didn’t even know? Any app with that good a quality would be one I’d have on my own phone!” Sammie’s hands stretch out to your phone. “Lemme see, dude! At least tell me the name!”
Once again, panic makes your hands clammy. “Uh… okay you got me.” Here’s hoping this fib works. “It’s a fan of my work on FiMFic. She’s a V-tuber.”
Miraculously… “Oh, word?” Sammie stands up. “I didn’t think you’d give them your number, but - I knew you starting that profile there would work wonders! Awesome, man!” She’s hugging you in seconds. “Gonna guess they’re a looker too, huh?”
“N-not as much as you, of course.” And your eyes turn to the credit-flashing screen before you. “I-in fact, they’re hitting me up for a collaboration. They’re… real eager to see what words they can draw out of me.”
Not technically false, you think. It’s just how they intend to draw those words out of you that you leave blank.
“Oooh, sounds Cryptic,” gushes Sammie. “But I know what you mean. No way am I stepping on your gravy train now, especially with that big restaurant party ahead of us now!” Within seconds, Sammie’s shucking her schoolbag over her shoulder and jogging to the door. “I’ll spread the word and see you tomorrow! Ciao, dude!”
Then her head peers around the closing door, a saucy grin plastered on her freckled face.
“By the way… love all the muscles you’ve been developing lately, not just the ones up in the noggin!”
Then she’s gone, and you’re fighting the red off your face like you’re in a shower as you finally let Cadance’s face through. She’s very patient it seems, shooting you a perky grin the second she lays eyes on you again. “Bad time?”
“Eh…” you sheepishly say. “I mean, you did buzz ahead. I should have checked.”
“Well, then,” Cadance’s eyelashes flutter, crescents of shimmering blue flickering over her eyes like graceful robin wings. “Let’s not waste any time, hmm? The TV of yours is still working, right?”
You can’t help but roll your eyes after you nod in the affirmative. “Someone’s eager,” you wryly respond, drawing a short laugh from that pretty mouth of hers.
“Oh certainly. But I’ve always loved meeting new people! And Aunt Celestia and Luna have been filling me in on all the details of their newest boy toy. You’re a lot different from their guards, though, and in all the right ways. Rawr~!” Well, that cougarish growl is fitting, given the probable age difference between the two of you…
You weren’t gonna lie to her or yourself and say you weren’t interested, though, despite your fledgling knowledge of Cadance. There was a gulf of time between the Canterlot Wedding and the inception of Flurry Heart where Cadance wasn’t in the spotlight much. Certainly, Celestia and Luna’s cock-lust threw you for a loop on what to expect before - you’re not even sure if your body, re-trimmed as it was, could handle where the Princess of Love’s lewd thoughts might venture to…
“Well… I do like standing out, Princess. And I can show you too, if you want.” You barely know what part of you dredged out these words, but seeing the brightening pallor of Cadance’s face makes it worth it.
“Splendid!” Cadance bubbled. “Just let me get through a bigger front than this phone screen. Celestia did warn me about how… awkward that could be, fufufufu~”
The phone screen snaps shut, and your heart un-constricts in your chest. You can see what you've been missing from not meeting Cadance earlier - even here, her tone is disarming yet welcoming, her demeanor patient yet probing.
You might have told Celestia you were her favorite - she was certainly your explosive first, to be certain - but there was just something about the irresistible sexiness of an up-and-coming (pun fully intended) MILF like Cadance that had you second-guessing your decision suddenly. Especially one as fast and free with love as she was, which was fitting given her title. Bagging a hot MILF in an open relationship was like finding a winged unicorn!
You shook those thoughts away before your mind could wander too far, tapping the Screen Cast button on your phone as Cadance’s visage flashed up onto your bigger screen - another great benefit of this new phone you’ve acquired. A quick scan around the room and you’re certain - it is once again just you and the alicorn you’ve wanted to get the inside scoop on.Just like old times.
“Alright, you can come through now, Princess.” you finally say.
She giggled behind a hoof, batting her eyelashes at you. “Please, I think you and I both know that we’re going to go far past proprietary and pleasantries. Call me Cadance.”
“Sure thing, Candy Ass.” You reply with a shit-eating grin - one you’d be too awed by the thought of a magical horse longing for you to ever attempt - and delight in the way that finally threw her for a loop. Cadance’s face could fry eggs now.
The break in her composure didn’t last long, however, and soon enough she’s back to her lascivious jabs. “I bet you’d love to be inside this Candy Ass, huh, stud?”
Now you were the one blushing. Dang, this mare was good.
Without waiting for a reply from you – perhaps your blushing face was all she needed to see – the mare reached towards the surface of the phone screen on her end, testing its resistance. Her hot-pink hoof bulged out the surface of your TV for a moment before shlorping through, appearing about fifty percent larger in reality. Whatever she was using must have been a much different size…
A fact that would, unfortunately, bite the Princess in the rear, literally and figuratively. Her front half got through the screen easily enough, but her other half was a different story. Those tried-and-tested breeding hips of hers had been accentuated even further by an indulgent diet, no doubt encouraged by her husband and other suitors…
“Nnnh! Stupid midnight brownie cravings…” Cadance grumbled under her breath, her blush now rising to rose-bed levels as she struggled to wiggle her bulky butt through the screen. Had anyone been on her end of the line, they’d certainly be getting an eyeful right about now! “Never thought tha-umph-that’ I’d be the one so hooked on another pony’s cakes for once…”
You almost want to ask what prompted that double entendre, though you’ve a feeling you’ll see why soon. Cadance is halfway into your living room, after all.
As it is, it again falls to you to help an alicorn shift their voluptuous curves through your inter-universal threshold. Without waiting for her to ask, you dart forward and grip her behind her forelegs, steadily increasing the force of your grip as you help her wiggle her flanks through. It's slow work, to be sure.
Her struggling, husky voice as you work makes it far more tolerable, though.
“Ohhh, come on! Ah!” She squeals as she works her barrel through the screen. More and more of her perky ass balloons around the edges of the tv, and by Faust you can see just where her previous statement came from; Cadance’s cakes are utterly mouthwatering. Even the jewels tattooed on her flanks seem to jiggle with her every grunt, making you subconsciously grip her around the barrel tighter.
The increased grip seems to do the trick, though. With a couple more eye-catching wiggles and a final heave-ho, Cadance launches the rest of the way through the portal with a sucking shlorp. Then her trip out takes a sharp downward turn, the sudden lack of resistance sending both of you tumbling to the floor with a shuddering thump.
The weight of those flanks your eyes were magnetized to is all too apparent now, with your hips pinned underneath them. Cadance is incredibly fragrant and her skin is quite springy, almost like you’d expect Pinkie to feel.
But then you remember just what position you’re in; the two of you face-to-face, panting as you both catch your breath from that intense bout of exercise.
Cadance certainly has not forgotten. “Such a gent, catching a falling princess so easily~”
Gent? Well, that may as well have a ‘start your engines’ following it, because your loins stir from the pressure of Cadance’s pretty pink pony pussy shuddering on them like an idling NASCAR engine. You can’t help but wriggle a bit as blood starts to rush to your groin.
“Th-Thank you…” you finally squeak out, scooching out from under her trying in vain to avoid getting hard, not wanting to seem too DTF after having just met her…
Thankfully, it seems you’ve done it just in time. “Well, I’m finally in!” Cadence chirped, eyes already fast to scan the room she’s in. “And so modest too! Reminds me of Shiny’s old pad - and it’s every bit as lovely!”
Well, get out the clippers; your smile’s sheepish enough to warrant one. “Celestia thought as much, too…”
“So she said…” whistled the pink alicorn, rising to full height. Unlike Celestia, she’s very much at eye level, her folded wings fluttering lightly as she sizes you up. Again you tense, hoping you’ve had enough time to get your meat in retreat.
“Seems like you’ve gotten a bit firmer than Celestia’s said all those times before too,” Cadance mused. Sweat builds on your brow, almost certain the Princess of Love knows how fast she’s gotten you hard…
..until her hoof traces over one of your trembling biceps. “Jogging and lifting, I assume?” Her eyes ghost over the rest of you now and you’ve relaxed at this point. And also wondering just how many of these alicorns have ESP as a talent. “Legs certainly show it more than the arms. Was this… for me?”
Her baby blue irises bore into you; honesty is your only option. “Uh… I’m sorry.” you pathetically offer as you reach for the remote and shut off your TV. “I swear though, it’s because of Princesses like you that I got the courage to do stuff like this…”
But she realizes something, her cute eyes snapping open as if electro-shocked. “Apologies, I’ve been inspecting you like you’re a prime choice of meat.” Cadance proudly stood in the center of the room, a warm smile crossing her face. “Certainly you’ve some questions of me - I also know of how often you’ve watched our exploits. I’m an open book - is there anything you want to know?”
Many, many imprints of what you could ask the Princess of Love go through, but that nagging thought of what you don’t know from the show filters through first. Besides, pleasure will be coming soon enough - having some exclusive content to chew on is what you salivate for right now.
“Oooh, stranger - do you want me to get that for you?”
You blink rapidly, immediately realize the damp trail trickling down from your lip, and slam a hand over it to try to mask the drool. Apparently, your salivating was a bit more literal than you thought. “Nothing! I mean… Well, you seem like such an amazingly magnetic personality. How did… how did Queen Chrysalis ever get the drop on you?”
Cadance’s brow furrows, those lines swimming across her temple like a mirage. But it’s you who's suddenly sweating, unsure if you’ve overstepped your bounds.
Then Cadance’s chuckle snaps you back to reality, and her next words nearly bowl you over. “Actually, she didn’t take me by surprise.” Then her eyelashes flutter… coquettishly? “Though, taking me was certainly a familiar move by her.”
“No way…” you breathe, before you can stop yourself.
“It was a weird case for all of us, mind.” Cadance chuckles, wings flaring at the memory she was conjuring. “Before Shining was at my doorstep, Chrysalis was in my caboose. She was so… gracious with her tongue, especially when Twilight was over and I had to hide our… sessions.” At the thought her eyes dilate and her eyebrows wiggle - like she was sharing this over with an old friend. Perhaps that was how she always approached matters. “Then Shining came in, and I was so timid wondering how to break it to her… Of course, Chrysalis struck first. She was always so eager to one-up.”
“And that’s what started the barrier?” You tentatively ask. Goodness, this really was hotter than you thought - Cadance and Chrysalis, licking at each other’s nethers, possibly thinking of having Shining join in on their trysts? It’s almost too strange for words.
“No, silly,” Cadence says. “My last orgasm beforehoof did - Chrysalis got out the window beforehand, but the way Shining charged up… my, he thought I was being mauled.” A chuckle rumbles her puffy chest, the floof there bouncing enticingly. “Guess in a way, I was. That doesn’t mean I don’t hope we can’t smooth things out. Where Shining’s always courteous and… colossal,” You don’t miss the line of drool budding at the alicorn’s lip before her lip-wetting tongue takes it away. Far as your steel-trap memory is concerned, you’ll never miss it again. “Chrysalis is so… sinfully savage.”
“Well… you don’t have to worry about beasts like her on this end of the… whatever our threshold is.” You helpfully offer, slumping down on the couch at last.
Cadance joins you with a joyous bounce, but her next words are like a spike of magma to your heart.  
“Oh, you mean like the monster lurking in your pants when I first popped in?”
Suddenly the room feels like it's on the surface of Celestia’s sun, you’re breaking out in a sweat that fast. “Wait, you knew?!” You fearfully squeak. “I swear, Cadance, I didn’t mean to-”
Cadance’s hoof rests on your lips, and again, you feel like the world’s winnowed to the pillow-soft feel of that hoof on your mouth and those eyes stripping into your soul. “It’s quite fine, stranger. Actually… it’s refreshing meeting somecreature who’s just as forward as I am, for once~”
You almost want to tell her about Luna’s intrepid streak lately, but don’t. Especially with the anticipation already locking up your joints. “W-wow, Cadence. I mean… I guess getting what you want’s never been a problem.”
“Getting it faster than my fellow princesses has been the only quibble, really.” Cadance’s eyes roll playfully. “But then there are the exceptions the ones I always seek to please for how quick they are to please me. Chrysalis… well, she used to be one. Shining’s definitely still one. And then… there’s you!”
“I… I’m not exactly sure what you’re getting at,” Your heart almost shrinks to a pebble at the pithy lie, though, and Cadance’s knowing smirk flattens it to a pancake instantly.
“Oh, I know you mean well, dear, but it seems you’re terrible at reading moods… I want a piece of what my aunts have been getting~! Even a princess of love gets a little needy at times.” And with that, her horn shimmers with pale blue light, and you feel a breeze on your thighs as your clothes unceremoniously disappear with a flash of magic, reappearing neatly folded on a nearby table.
If Cadance had felt good lying against you before, the skin-to-fur contact you now had with her was exhilarating. Whatever conditioner she used made her fur as soft as a cloud to the touch, and as flagrantly floral as a bouquet of roses. It reminds you of the garden just outside your apartment, those soft petals like fans against your skin every time you leave to start your run.
Only now? It’s the Princess of Love herself whose eyes shimmer with want as she brushes against you. “And I know that my fellow princesses haven’t had the patience to treat you… as well as I can.” Her voice is a silky purr now, hooves dancing licentiously over her trembling abs. “So many duties, so much desperation to clop off and cum. But never the time to…indulge,” she says slyly, tracing a hoof across your chest in tantalizing twirls. Before you know it, she’s up against your face now, her cheek rubbing against yours as her lips and warm breaths ghost against you. “But now it’s my turn, my sexy stranger.”
You almost want to dive in and sculpt your lips to Cadance’s own. By Luna’s leaking labia, Cadance is absolutely perfect at getting you riled up - it’s been seconds and you feel your protruding cock is hard enough to crack steel.
But those cautious, tempered thoughts, like the ones scolding in your skull when you reach for a double chocolate muffin, are picking up again. “A-are you sure? What about if Shining…”
“Our relationship is as open as Sapphire Shores’s hindlegs, my sweet,” Cadance cooes, her breath cinnamony and captivating as it drifts over your face. You wouldn’t believe how much your… fine work with Canterlot’s finest has made everypony there. Goodness, even Fleur’s been begging me to be the trois in their ménage à. And may I say…” Then Cadance happily swings into your lap, looming over you on the couch. “You’re wonderfully scrumptious yourself.”
Your fingers are automatic at that point. Latching onto Cadance’s back, you feel her muscles twitch and then relax under your masterful hands; another thing you have Sammie to thank for, this time her masseuse experience. And Cadance is very receptive to those kneading fingers of yours, sighing seductively into your chest as you make her putty in your grasp.
Goodness, there really were some amazing presences in your life, weren’t there? Buoying you along on your every path to self-improvement, helping to hone your talents, happy to laugh and… well, do lewder things to you, in the equine princesses’ case.
And considering how you can feel her leaking onto your thighs, trapped snugly between her own, it’s clearly bearing - and drenching - fruit. “Even with Luna and Celestia, you’re amazingly forward,” you gasp,
“Well, I am your guest, my-ah!-my very talented friend,” Cadance mewls again as you massage away a particularly heavy knot in her heaving back, her gaze shooting down to eye-fuck your throbbing equipment. It’s now at full length, almost reaching the tips of her swaying mane, and its pre is already drawing sparkling lines on her barrel. “And I love the little name you’ve come up for me, too~”
“What?” You teasingly ask, playing dumb beneath the undulating alicorn. “Candy-Ass?”
“Buckin’ right I’m that sweet,” Cadance shoots back, eyes now firmly locked on yours. “You’re gonna have a taste, big boy.”
Then your bodies and lips crush into each other’s, the heat building between your bodies like a magma eruption. She’s panting into your mouth, twirling with your tongue; if your first kiss with Celestia is like open warfare, Cadance’s embrace is like a frantic, expressionist exploration. She’s not trying to conquer your mouth - she just wants to melt into it, to become one. To love and be loved.
And you let that happen too, your body twisting against Cadance as you do so. Your frotting cock leaps and shudders against the two scorching bodies massaging it, pre now pumping strong from its tip from your plum-sized testes to further polish your bellies. Drool soon slips down to join it from your clashing and you’re certain it’s mostly yours - Cadance, for all the ferocity her tongue has with yours, is also like a vacuum when your lips separate. Every drop of saliva on your tongue seems to slip its way into hers, and the hearts sparkling behind her eyes let you know she’s as hooked on your taste as you are on her scent.
Eventually, though, Cadance breaks contact and you’re left breathless at the sight of her. “Dammit Cadance… you’re relentless…” you pant, your hands now drifting over her still-holstered wings. The feathers twitching there are like a second coat all their own, opulent and heavenly under your calloused fingers.
“And you’re so… imposing,” Cadance wetly hisses back, her hips shooting up the length of your cumpipe in one exquisite slide. You have to bite your lip to keep your eyes from rolling back a full one-eighty. “Feels like you could just bucking break me with one good squeeze of those claws.”
Those smoldering eyes of Cadance dare you to do just that. However, your hands greedily grab at a far more cushiony part of the Princess of Love - her glorious heart-shaped rump. Cadance’s moans hit a fever pitch at that, your hands sinking into her glutes like gelatin as the blood thrums needily underneath. Goodness, Cadance is very springy there too, as your playful swats at her ass are showing - the skin molds instantly to fit your hands, then snaps back to its perfect curvy shape milliseconds afterward, streaks of red shining from beneath her fur in no time at all.
Princess Cadance is an absolute dynamo, in both body and soul. “Like what you feel there, my fucktoy?” she moans, shuddering delightfully on top of you with each small smack you give to her flanks.
After one last peck at your lips, and one last wanton wail as you smack her ass one last time - Cadance slides down until her hindlegs hit the carpet, face-to-face with your prominent manhood. The air that rushes in to meet where Cadance once was feels like it came in from Antarctica itself. But soon, you’re wholly occupied with another source of warmth - the sauna-like breaths Cadance issues over your dick.
Her hooves join in on the fun too, rubbing lewdly over your member’s base, the generous bush of hair right over your throbbing tool making you pant like a dog. Even from your perch on the couch, even with her curtain-like mane spilling over your thighs, you can see that she’s drooling again. Guess you don’t have to worry about your girth matching up to Shining’s; Cadance looks like there’s a five-course feast in front of her, and your tanned meatlog certainly looks like it’ll satisfy.
Until she speaks, anyhow.
“Awww, no rings on this? I always love feeling it pop into my stuffed slit, too…” Cadance pouts prettily, her hooves jabbing at the spot where a medial ring would be on a stallion’s snatch-wrecker. You’re not sure whether to whimper in disappointment or thrust up in desire, until… “Maybe I and my new brand of lipstick should give you that ring, then. After all, with how helpful you were getting me through the portal, I figure you deserve a gift~”
And then Cadance’s lips close right over your mushroom-like bulb.
For a second you think it’s nighttime already, there are so many stars bursting before your eyes. Nope, it’s just your bliss, playing out like a firework show behind your closed eyes as you feel Cadance slurp on your trembling tool. Her lips, her tongue, even the hums stirring from her throat, are all tailored to perfection, twirling around your cock, wringing and baking it with every sweep of her maw.
Otherworldly would be the perfect term for it if every three-syllable-or-higher word hadn’t flown from your brain the moment Cadance started fellating you.
“Mmmmmphhhhhh, Canda-ah!” you try to get out, your thighs closing around her head. “It’s so -oh yes- so good~”
Cadance hums something that unmistakably ‘oh, you bet’ before heaving herself deeper on your cock. And just as before, the land of contrasts starts seeping in - despite those addictive schlorps of her going deeper on your ram-rod, not a drop of saliva escapes her black hole of a mouth. Your cock’s getting shinier and shinier, she’s shuddering more and more on your girth, but her meat-gargling is almost mystical with how non-messy it is.
And she’s also a mare of her word - every time she pulls back, a layer of her blossom-pink lipstick is left ringing your massive fuckstaff. It’s a startling sight, seeing those rings disappear under her hollow-cheeked maw and then replicate closer and closer to your root. And yet, you know precisely when Cadance has finally deepthroated you, her throat snugly wrapping around your bulb.
Cadence then pulls herself off your bulb, smacking her lips salaciously as she sizes up your cock. “Oh… this’ll just ruin my throat, won’t it…?” she cooes, her tongue slipping over one of her forehooves as she lets the pre build up on your glossy girth. Then she’s back on it, and her wet hooves are stroking at your balls, the slick sensation nearly making you cum then and there.
Your hips finally gyrate into her packed gullet at last, as far out of your control as the lightning storm flashing behind your eyelids. But every time you open your eyes, the view before you doth not deceive - that is Cadance, Princess of Love, Forebearer of Fellato, corkscrewing her wet mouth on your mammoth member like it’s an ice-lolly on a summer’s day. Or a fresh-out-of-the-oven hot dog, considering how hot your dick feels in her oven of a maw.
Then Cadance’s horn glows, and that tongue lapping around your cock doubles in length, looping out of her mouth and around your balls too. The lurid sight makes your cock balloon in her throat quick enough to make you dizzy, your vision tunnels to only feature her, your hips now jackhammers as you fuck those tasty lips of hers hard. Even your hands are bis too, closing around her horn to assist her manhood-gobbling. Cadance’s crazed grin around your member - and her lewd grunts right into your bulb - is proof positive of how much she likes it.
You can feel your orgasm creeping up on you, churning heavily in a pair of bulging balls, a coiling fire stoked by the hooves cradling your cum-factories like they’re gold bars. You’re not sure whether it’s her eyes or yours that blaze with the need to seed that throat of hers like an Appleloosan field, but you
“F-fuck, Candy! As-so tight-gonna cu~!”
And then you’re over that hill, the first rope of your cum lathering Cadance’s stomach with such force you think it’ll punch through to her pussy. Of course it doesn't, as the following strings soon fill out her stomach, flooding her throat, gushing around the head trying mightily to seal it shut. Tears sting at Cadance’s eyes, but she doesn’t stop bobbing on your cock, extending your climax drastically in the process.
And above all else, not a single drop of liquid escapes her maw. Whether she’s just that damn good at swallowing, or if her still-glowing horn’s keeping it where it belongs, your sperm is staying right where she needs it. Bathing her throat, painting her mouth, making her eyes roll deliriously at its honeysuckle taste.
Eventually, your spurts start to fade in intensity, and Cadance takes that time to make several final lurid sucklings, firehosing it into her mouth as it recedes from your tool. And with a plop, the only thing wrapped around your fat dick is her tongue, retracing into her mouth like a tape measure as she kisses your tip lovingly.
Speaking of, sweet saccharine shit you’re still hard. No way that unrelenting vice grip of Cadance’s tongue didn’t help in that department too.
“Ooooh, that was a massive package you delivered, kind consort,” purrs Cadance. “Any questions on your princess’s promise then, hot stuff?”
Your hips jerk needily at how literal she’d just made those last two words. “H-how… do you manage to d-do that?” you gasp, pointing at her cum-clean maw.
“Oh what? This?” Then Cadance opens her mouth, every single drop of dickjizz bubbling merrily at the back of her throat. Nevermind, that’s the hottest sight you’ve seen. “I’m the Princess of Love. Sex isn’theavenly if we’re not desperate for every drop the other has to offer. And nopony’s better at getting every last drop than me. Not even my older kin.“ She offers a little giggle. “Twily might though, given enough time.”
You gulp at the thought of that. Goodness, a soul as investigative and magic-fueled as Princess Twilight, slobbering on your knob for science? That might just leave you a shriveled husk by the end of it and you're not sure there’s a better way to go than that.
“But enough about them. I bet you want to deliver another into my plump little candy ass, too, right?”
You can’t nod fast enough, energy sparking back into your sweaty muscles instantaneously.
“Ooh, but look here…” Her hoof drapes across your temple, the cool metal of her shoe making you shiver relievingly as she playfully drags it over your brow. “You’re so parched, so thirsty. Maybe your guest - your Princess - should quench that cute mouth of yours first.”
You’re not sure you need Google Maps to find out where she’s going with this. And when Cadance lays herself carefully on your coffee table with a single roll, shivering at the cool glass pressed into her back and wings, you know just where you’re to take your drink from.
You shuffle along the couch you’re still sitting on, knees digging into the long-abused springs of the cushions as you line yourself up with Cadance’s still closed hindlegs. The musk billowing off her though, makes your cock strain against the gap in the cushions it's wedged into. And the second Cadance slowly lets her hindlegs part, revealing her dripping, swollen snatch to you, you’re salivating like it’s the first meal you’ve had in months.
Eat your heart out, Rarity, you say to yourself.
But this time, it’s you eating Cadance out, as you clamp your lips to Cadance’s clitty at once, tongue lapping at her lips greedily. She’s cotton-candy sweet to the touch, and so are her thighs as they lock around your head instantly.
“Ah! Oh, m-my~! Celestia was -fuck!- so very right about your a-appetite!” moaned Cadance, books and newspapers flying off the table in her wake. “K-keep going, you b-beast! R-ravage your Princess!”
At this point, you want to superglue yourself to that pretty little cunt of Cadance’s. It’s so pungent and and soft! Your tongue’s having a blast - literally in this case, being bathed by more and more of Cadance’s juices as you devour her weeping folds. And seeing the pony above you squirm and buck into your waiting mouth is somehow even more exhilarating.
All this pageantry, plus dinner and a show? Are you sure Cadance isn’t the Element of Generosity?
Certainly, her dripping depths are prime and ready when you dip your tongue right into her walls. Immediately, that wet heat seizes upon your mouth like a velveteen vise, making your tongue wriggle helpless in their clutches. And given how shamelessly Cadance wails at the feel, you know you’ve hit the jackpot.
Immediately, you set the pace, your tongue thrusting as far as it can into Cadance’s canal. Her pussy winks and twitches as your tongue invades it, giving you plenty to swallow down. Your nose is right up against her protruding knob, each tweak it gives to that nub of skin making Cadance’s cries escalate. Heck, your fingers even wedge into the springy meat of Cadance’s flanks to give you a sturdier base to plow your face into her needy hole.
And much like the lips up above on Cadance begging you to go deeper, her lower lips are gushing to reward you just as much. It’s such a turn-on for you that you start grinding your cock into the couch below you, your pre drizzling between those cushions and onto the floor with each roll of your hips. You could probably orgasm again if you truly wanted to, the temperature and the taste of Cadance baking over your tongue’s carnal certainly enough to get you there.
But if either of you is ready to squirt up a storm right now, it's Cadance. Her hips jerk and sway on the couch, she’s drooling a patch onto your most recent TV guide, and her other lips are shuddering tellingly around the muscle invading them. All you can taste, smell, and see are her soaked snatch, and it’s only getting better as you drill her with your tongue. Even her hooves are trying to help you go deeper, latched onto your head as you taste her, rubbing her pearl desperately to give you more to suckle.
And you welcome the chance to drown in this princess’s oasis.
With a sudden twitch, Cadence’s hips shot off the table, your hands now the only thing keeping them aloft instead of the sodden wood of the table. “Yes! Yes! Oh, I’m coming, take it alllllllllll~”
Her climax comes seconds later, pummeling into your mouth like a firehose as her moans devolve into a series of garbled gasps and shuddering squeaks. Her endless waves of maresap bathe your eager tongue and your gaping throat, almost making you choke on its sheer volume. And you drink in every drop you can, though you’re not as thorough as Cadance was, several precious drops of her nether’s nectar pounding from your chin.
Slowly, the sweet storm cascading into your mouth ebbs as well, Cadance’s hips settling to the sweat-dampened table as you give her drooling slit a few more licks. Then you step back to admire your handiwork, your fingers relinquishing their death grip on Cadance’s ass to do so. She even lets out a mewl as you do, and your mind flashes you several luridly suggestive images of what other grips could draw more hot noises from her.
Cadance, for her part, is much more of a mess than she was with your footlong clogging her throat. Her fur’s standing on end, making her look even thicker than before. Her afterglow only highlights the sweat clinging to her beautiful frame, your eyes greedily committing every cur and dip of the Princess of Love to memory.
And her face… by Faust, it’s like you were deep-dicking it before for hours instead of minutes. Her mane fanning around her in purple-and-gold zig-zags, her mouth lolling and shiny, her ruined lipstick smearing her maw deliciously, tracks of mascara and purple eyeliner streaking her blushing cheeks. Those eyes bore into your soul, starving for your touch despite your tongue-fucking of her seconds before, dilating at the sight of your hot and ripped body.
“I want you in me,” those eyes say, second before Cadance’s mouth parrots them.
Then she crawls off the table and onto the couch again. Once seated there, she wastes no time bending over, thrusting her immense ass into your lap with enough force to make the wood of your couch creak. Her tail flags, her hindlegs spread again, and her pussy beckons to you, ripe and ready for railing.
At once, you’re both captivated and jealous of that look on the alicorn’s well-fucked face, staring back at you from the puckered grip that couch cushion has on her. No matter where your stone-hard cock goes into her, you need those eyes on you. Cadance was certainly right in how hypnotizing her influence was - she’s on a totally different level from the two alicorns you fucked before her. More hungry for your cum than Celestia, wetter for you than Luna, and her smoldering stare banishes the thought of anyone - or anypony - but her from your brain.
And it burns at you how easily Cadance can do that. You want to be as good at making her mind tunnel onto you as she is. You want her to clutch to you like you’re the only one she’s ever had in her. You want those eyes to roll and widen and tear as you screw her senseless, as hot and wanton need overloads her very mind.
Thank goodness Celestia showed the best way to do that.
“God, Candy Ass, you’re just like the Royal Sisters, aren’t you?” you moan throatily, both to psych yourself up and to see her eyelashes flutter naughtily. Your fingers are hard at work now, rubbing at her still-wet clit, soaking in her juices. “All this talk of being a goody little four-hooves, all these airs you put on about me being exceptional, and you buck and twitch and drip for me like any bit-hungry slut.”
Of course, you don’t truly think that of some as grand as Cadance - even now, gasping wetly, she’s the pinnacle of curvaceous elegance. But what matters is how she reacts to those words. And react she does.
“Oh, yessss…” she agrees, hips canting unconsciously into your fingertips as she writhes under you again. “I -ohmyfuck- love being a whore for your cock… your tongue… your vo-oh!-voice…”
“Bet you’ve had soooo much practice too, huh Princess?” Now your fingers are treading over her puckered plot, that ribbed ring of muscle gaping as if trying to suck the fingers reading it whole. “Probably had your lips ‘round one of your guard’s twat-busters the second puberty dropped, huh?”
“O-oh, ye of lewd-y faith! I’m a m-ass, oh yes, rim my ass - masterin ALL carnal acts.” Cadance purrs. “All of Canterlot w-wishes they could be in these dripping holes twenty-four seven.”
“I know of Shining and Chrysalis already, Princess.” You grunt happily. Cadance’s other hole is now drizzled with spit, shivering from its holder’s burgeoning lust. “Sure it’s just them?”
Cadence laughs, a staggered, sensuous sound that rockets into your body like a vibrator. “W-why, my sexy stud? Wanna know if you measure up?” she taunts, her hooves tracing over her rippling abs again. “Or do you just wanna know how much gallons of cum your royal cockslut can take?”
“Oh…” you shoot back crawling over her undulating body. “We’ll find that out soon anyway.”
Cadance can’t wait,insistently pressing herself against your tip as it wedges against the beckoning plumpness of her plot.Within seconds, you’re hotdogging Cadance, as she teases you almost to your peak as her tail flutters her lofty scent into your face. Your tip kisses against her ponut as she wiggles against you, a strand of pre stretching from her dock to your tip as a groan leaves your lips.
You grip one of her massive hips with one hand and firmly yank her tail out of the way with another, driving a shuddering moan from her throat from the rough handling. And then, you drill into her hot plot, shuddering at the feel of her suffocating tightness.
“Ooooohhhhh, fuck meeeeee….” Cadance gasps, her hole milking your tool without mercy. Slowly, inch upon inch of your lipstick-ringed girth wedges its way into Cadance’s backrooms, the grind slow but the body you’re sliding into exceedingly fine. “Oh w-wow, not even Shining dares venture into this canal! Y-yes, please b-bottom out into y-your Princess!”
Making new milestones every day, it seems. “Sweet, Cadance. I love knowing your ass is hungry for my dick,” you purr as you start fucking her.
Your hips press further into Cadance, the opulent feel of her glutes soon adding to the carnal mix of lightning playing across your nerves. But eventually you succeed, wholly buried inside Cadance’s tight tunnel as it clenches around your colossal cock.
“F-fuck, Cadance, guess you weren't k-kidding!” you pant, your head haven falling into the welcome mat of her mane moments before. Her mane’s strawberry-lemon musk assaults your nostrils, and the penetrating gaze of Cadance still makes your insides flutter fervently. “You're so hot… so tight…”
“I am yours…and you are mine…” she adds savagely, her hips rolling hungrily against the massive meat log crammed inside it. “Come on, then… claim this candy ass any way you want…”
That sentence is like a checkered flag to your cum-engines. Slowly, you pull her hips back, your bones creaking as she tries mightily to keep you burrowed in her plot. But she gets that wish anyway when your hips snap in, and your footlong mare-breaker crashes into her walls in one fluid stroke.
Cadance’s scream is thankfully muffled by the pillow she’s in, but you can feel that Royal Canterlot tenor stirring its way into your tensed muscles through her very core.
Your hips pick up in speed as you continue to mercilessly rut the Princess of Love deep into your squeaking couch, the cushions embracing Cadance’s sweaty form more with each line-drive you swing into her welcome hole. Her pussy’s starting to gush up, strings of sticky sap drizzling over your knees as you both buck and thrash into each other. Even looming over her, making her ass clap with each collision of your hips, you feel like it’s her trying to ride your cock into sweet oblivion.
And yet, you want to see more of Cadance when you’re doing this.
So your protesting muscles start threatening to quit entirely as you pull yourself back from her husky mane and her delicious wails. Your hands find her jiggling cotton-candy asscheeks, and you get to swatting at them again. The effect is twofold: first, your interuniversal lover’s moans pick up around the cushion she’s biting, and second, the rippling waves of the ass you’re smacking stokes your libido like a roaring log.
But Cadance still doesn’t unroot herself from the couch she’s cradled in as you ram into her glorious ponut. Certainly, it’s not like she isn’t putting on a show for you anyhow: her wings are twitching in luminous arcs as pleasure ricochets through her body, her hole supple and slavering as your member flashes in and out. Even her fore-hooves are at work, gold-emblazoned blurs between her hindlegs as she roughly strokes at her gushing snatch.
Even her flagging tail has looped its way around your neck, preventing you from having to dock it in one of the hands you’re still merrily slapping and kneading.
This is about a message though. One you want to see shimmer in her eyes as much as it does in the sweat sloughing off the body you’re brutally breeding. So your hands nestle in the crook of Cadance’s hindlegs, gripping the tender muscle there instead. Then you grind yourself to a stop with every last bit of the thimbleful of willpower you have left, her feral and hungry wail almost making you forgo your plan.
However, you are undeterred this time, and with a heavy heave of those legs your hold, you spin Cadance over as she’s still rooted on your dick. It’s a miracle your tool doesn’t break around a hole that needy as the alicorn is literally corkscrewed on it. But the pleasure overloading any pain immediately makes the move worth it. And seeing the jutting mouth of Cadance as she’s again on her back before you, her own nerves probably alight at the feel of being rolled on your meat-skewer, makes it more than worth it.
“Ohhh, please… do that agaaaaain…” she gurgles, her limbs twitching helplessly as you push yourself up on her rump. “Fuck, I can feel every vein on your cock when you do that…”
You ignore it for the moment, finally on your feet on the couch and hunched over your mewling fuckbuddy. Now your cock is almost vertical inside Candance’s dripping canal, the alicorn almost pretzelled under your body. You’ve seen this position mentioned so rarely in the FIMFic forums you’ve seen - it’s a mating press, and Cadance’s wide-open eyes scream for you to get to the ‘press’ part of this position already.
“What’s that, Candy? Pound you through this couch like you’re my fucktoy?” You say, placing your hands on the couch’s armrest now. “I live to please, your spunk-hungry Majesty.”
From the first thrust in, Cadance’s mind goes out to lunch, a heaping helping of interdimensional dick-meat filling her insides and shooting her libido to the moon. With this new angle, it’s impossible for the flaring bulb of your cock to not brush against the G-spot you now know all alicorns possess in their welcoming fuckholes. And your hips strike that point of spongy nerves like there’s gold hidden behind it, the plap plap plap of your centers slapping together the only noise you care to hear.
Well that, and the thoroughly abused couch creaking dangerously under your bucking bodies. Oooh, maybe if it broke, your deep-dicking of Cadance could just tunnel on through to her stomach. How hot (and anatomically impossible, natch) would that be?
As for Cadance… oh wow, was Cadance making this new position worth a Renaissance painter’s time just by her face alone. Twisting between boundless bliss and fuck-hungry focus, she brings you in for a sloppy kiss, her tongue now absolutely wild in your mouth as she sucks the air from you. All thought of decorum and precision-level drop-sucking is gone now, the lines of drool slipping from your clashing mouths now joining the pools of pre coming from her gushing slot. Sweet fuck, it’s like you’ve cum in her already with how much liquid is seeping from every hole of hers you’re plundering.
But you know when that explosive moment truly comes and it’s very, very soon. Cadance is apparently following right behind you, if the garbled grunts of “fuck, fuck, harderfasterfuuuuck~” blasting into your ears is any indication. You’re already nipping on one of her folded ears, the taste both sweet and salty as you fuck her harder, your balls slapping into her juicy, plump marehood without mercy.
Cadance’s sexual mastery comes in full force during these final moments: looping her limbs around your body, pushing her dock into your trenching tool on each thrust, moaning the sweetest fantasies into your ear. And the maniacal, cock-crazed look in her eyes certainly makes you believe that you’re the only one in her world as Cadance hotly screams in your ear.
“Fuck yes!” she shrieks uncontrollably. “Break me with your seed! Fill my candy aaaaaaa~!”
Her last word crumbled into nothingness just as the walls to her orgasm do, her loins squirting messily into your twitching abs and crotch. Soon after, your mountainous climax finally erupts, making your balls latch to your body as their load empties out into Cadance. You let out a guttural, primal howl of Cadance’s name, your vision going whiter than her back-tunnel as you paint it religiously with your rich seed. If you thought the feel of her body against yours was hot before, this makes it nothing but a candle in comparison, as rope after river of bubbling-hot spunk spews into her walls like a flood.
Then, you can feel it burst out to streak against her legs and dock, and you know already; this is the biggest release an alicorn’s ass has wrung from you yet.
Then, your couch abruptly collapses, one of the block-like legs under it spinning out like a dreidel as you careen forward. Your hold on the couch is still iron-tight, keeping the tumble from being calamitous, but your still-gushing cock ends up burying itself deeper into Cady’s ass with that motion, two pairs of hips smacking salaciously against one another, and it sends you both into another ferocious climax. Now the cum’s flying everywhere on your bodies from its origin in Cadance’s overpacked backdoor, muscle-twitchingly chunky and musty as it drips down in goopy strands.
Finally, you slump to your side on the couch behind Cadance’s curled-up body, careful to not send another couch leg flying. Cadance’s eyes come back from their roll into her skull, at last, dilated and brimming with jubilant tears as the alicorn comes down off her double-high. She stares up at you as you recover, and the lusty, amorous aura behind her fucked-silly face makes your aching muscles jump, forcing another husky groan from your lips.
“By Celestia’s crown…” she finally pants out. “I never wanna let you go, you stud.” Her hooves are still stroking at her crotch, stirring up the two loads of cum - one far thicker and stickier than the other - for her to taste. “Mmmph, and it’s even better when it comes from my ass too. Impressive.”
Your hips grind into Cadance’s ass at the thought, ripping another silky purr from her throat. It’s your only answer at this point, though - that shout of yours has turned your throat into a throbbing wreck.
As you peer up to the windows above, you also see some minute cracks in the edges as well. Apparently, Cadance’s Royal Canterlot Voice was almost at the level of her sisters’ as well. There’s probably going to be some noise complaints soon, but that’s the farthest thing from your mind right now.
Besides, it’s still the afternoon - most of your neighbors aren’t even home. And you’ve done all the work you can for one day on Candy Ass...
“So…, she purrs, her horn finally twinkling as she curls into you. “Wanna go again?”
Or…so you thought.
Your heart almost drops into your shoes, which hang off your feet. “What the fuck?! You’re really that ready to go?”
“Unlike the other Princesses, I’m very okay with using my magic to get us ready for round three.” Cadacen’s horn finally flashes, and you feel a welcoming heat surge into your muscles - at least enough to pull you into a standing position. “Plus, I’d love to feel your cum balloon me like it did Luna. Celestia had a field day getting that much spunk out with just her tongue.”
“Oh, did she?” you pant, yet a thought strikes you. “B-but… no, wait, now I know it’ll be noticeable if Shining sees you looking like you’ve had a watermelon when you go ba-”
Cadance lets out a flirty chuckle. “Well, Your stories say I have a kid - never said whose.” she points out, her tongue flitting out to wet her lips as she pulls herself to a standing position as well. “Besides, if I have you and Shining fuck me in the same day… maybe that’s what makes it as strong as your stories say.”
Just then, though, a rousing round of applause breaks out. Cadance and you scan the musk-thick room for who it could be, but you don’t see it. It’s just you, your on-but-blank TV screen, and a sound you cannot decipher, familiar as it-
Wait. On-but-blank TV?
But you shut it off shortly after Cadance complimented your body at the start…
“Oh, whoopsies…” Welp, that’s Princess Celestia’s voice again, filled by a jiggle of what you now realize is her chest next to Luna’s, both pushed up against the TV screen. “We really should have phoned ahead, shouldn’t we?”
“Nay, I doubt they would have heard us. Cadance’s carpet-munching session has put that phone very out of reach.” Now it’s Luna’s sexy baritone greeting you, making both you and Cadance’s ears blaze red with embarrassment. They’ve definitely been peeping in on your pounding. “But giving who was servicing her, I doubt they would have cared.”
“Well, we hear you both now, my sisters…” Cadance purrs, her head swaying seductively as she fixed her crown back on it. “So, what did you think of my time with your boy-toy?”
“You’ve done wonderful, Cadance,” Celestia breathed. “You’ve... definitely made him rise to the occasion. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that desperate to please.” Then her head swings down to eye-level, along with Luna’s, bushy grins accompanying them. “It almost makes me wonder what I’ve missed.”
“And I, just how addicting his essence is if Cadance is so driven to make him coat her in it,” Luna adds.
“So we, as the co-rulers of this land.”
“...came to a consensus…”
“And have decided, by royal edict.”
“To command you to show us more of your myriad talents, kind stranger.”
“Oh, you two…” Cadance pipes up, breaking the din hanging heavy over this room. “So greedy, aren’t you? He won’t have enough come to pack both your pretty slits.” Then she licks a trail up your cheek, delighting in the shiver it pulls from you. “But your mouths though… bring those over. They’ll be the perfect prep for him to fill my pretty pink pussy next~”
“Happily.” comes their twinned pant.
Then both mares press their maws to the screen, the glassy surface stretching like shrinkwrap as they open their mouths teasingly. Cadance has a hoof to her lips, a rictus grin stretching her face.
And you… well, it shouldn't be a surprise you’re hard again, thanks to Cadance’s literal magic this time. But the stamina buoying you as you stand on rubbery legs still startles you as much as it impresses you. If anything’s shown that your new place in this world - in both - is a far more treasured one than you thought, it’s this.
Three lovely, vibrant, and magnificent ponies, all united in one common goal.
To fuck the ever-loving shit out of your foot-long hoof-thick cock.
“Oh, not to worry, friend.” Celestia offers. “This expedition is just for that tasty treat you’ve been so… generous with over the past few hours.”
“So it makes little difference if it is from your mouthwatering member…” Luna says.
“Or from your tender, sticky snatch, my fair Cadance,” Celestia cooes, her tongue flagging out.
You’re sure that you can crisp bacon on your face now, but you turn to Cadance anyhow. Right now, it’s first serve, first cum, and she’s definitely shown how good she is wrapped around you. “What do you say, Candy Ass?” you ask? “You first, or them?”
“Well, they doooo have seniority. So let’s oblige these two lovely ladies,” Cadance says, her mane shimmering as she pulls it into a tight bun behind her. “Go ahead, stud; give those Princesses your cum.”
Immediately you’re up, nestling yourself against Luna’s snout as she pants and drools onto your fat nutsack. Maybe you should just have those last five words Cadance uttered on a recorder - it damn sure does the job of getting you in a breeding mood for these sinfully submissive princesses.