The Pink Ledger

The Manehattanite had obligingly stayed where he was during the brief conference, and he once more tipped his hat and swayed his stallionhood when Twilight returned. “Princess.”

“Ah, yes,” Twilight replied. “I’m here for the … the congress with you, ah…?” She urgently glanced at Wink, who scurried up and whispered to her. “...Steel Beam.”

She approached the bed with a nervous gulp, and paused as the side of the satin sheets brushed against her legs. “Okay, look, uh, it’s been a while for me, and this is all a bit of a surprise, so I’m going to need you to take your time and make sure to-”

“You got it, Princess!” Steel leaped to his hooves on the bed, and then reared up to slap his front hooves on Twilight’s hindquarters. Before she could even yelp in surprise, he’d spun her a quarter-turn to face her away from the bedside. His hat dropped to the sheets … and then his head dipped under her flowing, rippling tail.

Twilight heard herself let out a startled schoolfilly whinny as the stallion’s wide, ever so slightly stubbly muzzle gave a single teasing kiss before he started licking.

“Oh … oh, Celestia, it’s been a while …” she groaned under her breath as lips and tongue probed and pressed and pleased her and hot breath puffed on her most delicate flesh and wet, slippery saliva mingled with her nectar. In spite of herself, in spite of the strangeness and embarrassment of the moment, she felt her temperature start to rise.

“Don’t worry, Highness,” Wink piped up in a comforting tone as she climbed onto the bed beside Steel. “I am here to ensure your comfort …” The Unicorn wrapped a magical grip around Steel’s shaft and tilted it her way, and then she bent to spread a liberal coating of drool down its length from top to bottom.

Her efforts only encouraged the Manehattanite. Twilight heard and felt his needy groan, and soon his nuzzling and licking and ever-so-delicate nipping were wringing gasps and moans from the nervous Princess. Within a minute, Twilight blushed crimson as she invitingly raised her tail.

“O- … Okay…” Twilight panted. “Time for … congress …”

Steel Beam drew back and licked his lips. “You got it, Princess.” He rose up higher at the edge of the bed, stood his front hooves on her croup, and touched his flare to her sex.

“Easy, easy now …” Twilight braced and tried not to tense up as that meaty stallionhood started pushing. She cried out in an entirely surprising kind of surprise when he suddenly and smoothly popped in and buried to the hilt on his first thrust.

The Princess’s startled shriek sent Wink leaping off the bed to stand at attention by her side. “Is there any discomfort, Highness? Do you need more lubrication? A little mood-music? Some liquor?”

“N-No, it’s …” Twilight swallowed down a moan. “... It’s GOOD!” She pushed back against Steel a little, and that was enough to get him thrusting. Twilight spread her wings and raised her head as the sounds of hide slapping on hide filled the room. “My stars, I never … thought he would … fit!”

Wink chuckled softly. “Well, with all due respect, Highness, a Royal Alicorn is significantly larger than a common pony. One would imagine your, ah, proportions, have all expanded to match.”

“Seems plenty tight to me!” Steel remarked as he pistoned his hips with a firm, steady rhythm. "Ahhh … just like the last Princess!”

As much as Twilight had been trying to process the notion, hearing a direct reference to her mentor struck her like a rolling boulder of parasprites. As Steel thrust on and on the obscene notion rolled around in her head and scattered any hope of other thoughts forming. Twilight’s magic shimmered over her engorged clit, tickling and caressing in time with Steel’s pace.

The very idea! Princess Celestia of Equestria, standing right here where she was now, mounted by the same rugged stud, ravished like a common street-trotter. Her idol and mentor, getting pounded with a big, fat cock. It was so outrageous! So lewd! So … so…!

“Hey, easy! Easy, now!” Steel wobbled and stumbled on the edge of the bed as Twilight reared up, snapped her wings straight upright, and clamped down on his shaft with ecstatic spasms. She let out an orgasmic wail that shook masonry dust from the stone ceiling.

Wink craned her neck and lit up her horn; a little magical massage to the stud’s balls was enough to tip the scales, and in moments he was crying out as well and unloading inside the Princess. Sharing her long, quivering peak and then dropping back - and out - once it passed.

Twilight fell back down to all fours, panting. She glanced over her shoulder at the earth pony. “... W-Wow,” she said weakly. “That was-” She caught herself. Wink had explained: Congress for all, supremacy for none. “Ah, that was … very nice. Quite adequate. Uh, thanks?” She turned back ahead and aimed for the door, but then she felt a hoof on her flank. “Huh? Are you already trying for round two-oooh…!”

Steel was still flat on his back on the bed, glossy with sweat, member flagging.

But Wink was back up on the bed, and her bonnet-topped head was under Twilight’s tail.

“I didn’t think this was - ahh! - what you meant by sanitation!” the Princess gasped.

Wink raised her head and licked her soaked muzzle. “If you prefer I can fetch a washcloth, Highness. But I’ve found that this is really the most thorough and effective method.” She briefly nuzzled her nose against the plump purple pucker of Twilight’s backdoor on her way back down. “Mmm… and besides, I’m very much into it.” She resumed her tongue-bath, plunging deep and scooping up and gulping down every drop she could.

“Dang, you and me both,” Steel muttered as he raised his head to watch the show.

Once the maid finished licking and sucking Twilight clean, she turned to the delegate with a playful grin. She crouched down low and then crawled forward, head tilted and mouth gaping, to engulf his half-softened cock. Her throat bulged obscenely as her nose touched his balls.

Twilight couldn’t help but watch. By the time Wink withdrew to lap up the rest of the mess, the Manehattanite’s shaft was back to full hardness. The way inch after inch of that thick, dark flesh emerged from Wink’s rising mouth surreally reminded Twilight of Trixie’s flashy stage-magic tricks.

“Ahhh … Canterlot has the best maids,” Steel said with a dreamy sigh.

Wink chuckled and paused to lift her tail and give a wiggling flash to the delegate before hopping back down and trotting over to her sovereign. “Are you ready to move on, Highness?” she asked. “Or would you prefer to extend this congress for another round?”

Twilight briskly shook her head. “Ah, no. Let’s … let’s just do the full rounds once, and … see how I feel then.”

“Yes, Highness. Of course, Highness.”

Back out in the grand hall, Twilight headed over to the Pink Ledger, picked up a wooden pencil from the lectern, and carefully added a checkmark beside Steel Beam’s name. That done, she plodded over to the fountain and dunked her face while gulping down the cool, fresh water. She came up with a gasp, shook herself mostly dry, and then turned to the closer row of doors. One down, seventeen to go. On that side.

Were they all going to be like that? That intense? That pleasurable? She’d read erotic tales like this in books from the restricted stacks in Canterlot’s Royal Library. But she’d never expected to live through one.

“I think …” Twilight slowly, gingerly sat down. This time the cold stone felt heavenly. “...I think I would like some liquor now, Wink …”