Level Up

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Epilogue

Chapter 1

“Oh wow…” Button reverently breathed, pressing his face to the window of the carriage.

He’d been to Canterlot before, having visited the capital during two field trips he’d had with his class, but this time was different - way, way different. Nearly a month prior, he’d noticed a little flier posted beside Sugarcube Corner’s front door. He’d nearly ignored the advertisement at the time, more interested in getting a milkshake, yet he was immeasurably grateful he’d decided to stop and look at the innocuous piece of paper.

As unbelievable as it sounded, there was going to be a gaming tournament set up right in Ponyville. He would have been happy enough to sign up for the competition, seeing as how he spent most of his free time playing video games, although the grand prize sealed the deal right there on the spot. The winner wouldn’t be getting some simple trophy, a heap of bits, or even one of the newest consoles on the market - no, the winner would get a VIP trip to the Canterlot Castle to play with none other than Princess Celestia herself!

For the weeks leading up to the tournament, he’d spent virtually every waking hour practicing ceaselessly. His grades had suffered a bit, he’d forgotten to eat on a number of occasions, and he’d shirked off going to play with his friends, but it had been worth it. Not only did he demolish his competition, besting ponies who were older than him, but he’d done so flawlessly - not just because he was darn good at gaming, but because being able to meet the mare of his dreams was the opportunity of a lifetime.

As the carriage rolled through the castle’s main gate, slowing as it approached the massive double-doors of the keep, Button’s eyes widened. He’d expected to be shown in by a guard or one of the castle’s staff, given a tour before being shown to his room, but that was far from the case. Standing just outside with her ethereal, pastel mane and tail wavering behind her, stood the biggest, most beautiful pony he’d ever laid eyes on.

There was no easy way to say it, he was positively smitten with Princess Celestia. The alabaster alicorn had been to Ponyville a number of times, having come for the School of Friendship’s opening and to spend time with her protege Twilight Sparkle, which was how he’d developed a fondness for her. He didn’t understand it - heck, he could barely wrap his head around it, but something about her made his heart flutter like crazy!

Unmoving, she peered into the carriage and met his eyes. His knees shook, the breath hitched in his throat, and he couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear, knowing he was going to be able to meet her in earnest. Seeing the Princess from afar was one thing, but having the chance to talk with her and even game with her was something altogether different.

With the coach coming to a halt, a guard trotted forward and pulled the door open for him. “Might I introduce you to Princess Celestia, Diarch of Equestria.”

He stood petrified, staring out at the towering, gold-clad alicorn. Some of his best friends were fillies, and he knew practically every mare in Ponyville, yet there was something about Celestia that was different - something that made him feel tingly all over. Staring as she took a step forward and offered her hoof, he swallowed hard and struggled to compose himself.

“You must be Button Mash,” she hummed, beaming down at him.

Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts, he extended a foreleg toward her. “Y…yeah! It’s just - wow - I can’t believe I’m really here!”

“And I can’t believe somepony so young managed to win that little competition my sister organized,” Celestia giggled, daintily shaking his proffered hoof.

“Your sister Luna was the one behind it?” he inquired, cocking his head.

She nodded and released his foreleg. “Indeed she was, but we can talk about that later. While I’d fully understand if you’d like to rest, given that the train ride from Ponyville to Canterlot is quite long, I’d be remiss for not offering to show you around. Are you interested?”

Though his mouth went dry, he nodded enthusiastically. “Yes - I mean, yes please!”

“If you’d be so kind, take this young stallion’s effects up to his suite,” she intoned, glancing at a servant lingering at her side. “I hope you’re ready for a whole weekend of fun!”

Leaping out of the carriage and landing before her, Button craned his neck to gaze up at her face. He was used to being smaller than most ponies, considering he was still a colt, yet Celestia made him feel downright tiny - not that that was a bad thing. As far as he was concerned, her size was one of the reasons she was so appealing.

He beamed up at her, happy to bask in her presence, until he noticed that her attention wasn’t on his face. Looking back at his flank, having followed her gaze, he hiked a hind leg to inspect himself. As far as he knew, he hadn’t spilled anything on himself throughout the trip, so he wasn’t sure what she was looking at. Going for the direct approach, he lowered his hoof to the ground and knit his brow.

“Is everything alright?” he muttered.

Wrenching her eyes back to his face, she gave an uneasy smile. “Yes - uh - everything is fine, Button. Come,” she murmured. Turning and drifting to the open doorway, she glanced back and waved him forward with a wing. “So tell me, Button, is it true?”

He had to tear his eyes off her backside, momentarily entranced by the hypnotic sway of her ample hips and big, soft tush. “Is what true?”

“That you trounced your competition,” she explained. Looking over, seeing a puzzled expression on his face, she giggled. “Trounced means you beat them easily.”

“Oh yeah, I mopped the floor with - uh - I mean, yeah, it wasn’t that hard,” he uneasily replied, doing his darndest to sound cool. “There were a few times in the second and third bracket when I got pretty close to losing, but I managed to win in the end.”

She nodded as she guided him through the foyer and down one cavernous corridor. “That must have been harrowing. Honestly, after Luna had told me about this little plan of hers, I was expecting somepony much older to be standing in your place, but I’m not complaining.”

“So Luna set all this up?” he asked, keeping pace next to her.

Closing her eyes, Celestia sighed. “She did, yes, but she didn’t tell me about it until after it had been advertised.”

“Huh,” he grunted, pursing his lips. “But why didn’t she tell you? Could she have been playing a prank on you?”

“Well…” Celestia warily began, peering down the hallway at a pair of approaching guards. “It’s a bit embarrassing to talk about. Would you care to join me for a snack? We can speak about it in private…”

“Would I?!” he exclaimed. Clamping a hoof over his muzzle, seeing the guards staring over at him, he took a deep breath to calm himself. “I’d love to, yes.”

Trotting beside her, moving in silence, he turned his attention to the splendor that was the Canterlot castle. Having grown up in Ponyville, he was in abject awe of the grandeur all around him. Stained glass windows, arrangements of fresh flowers, paintings, marble floors - the place was beautiful as all get-out, but not as beautiful as the pony who lived there. He peeked over at her, his eyes wandering up and down her frame, and swooned.

“Here we are,” Celestia noted, guiding him into a small sitting room. Without looking back, she ignited her horn and closed the door behind them. “Now that we can speak freely, no, my sister didn’t prank me - in actuality, she was trying to help me.”

He scrunched his snout and looked up to her face, ignoring a rolling cart bedecked with pastries resting to one side of the little chamber. “That doesn’t sound like helping. Ponies are supposed to be honest to each other - especially if they’re family.”

“That’s true, but this is a delicate matter,” she countered, levitating a danish over to herself. “It may be a bit hard to understand, but there’s a certain expectation when it comes to Princesses. If my subjects found out I’d recently taken an interest in video games, I’d be -”

“Really?!?” he bleated. “Which ones? Do you like platformers - no, I bet you’re the type of mare who likes beat ‘em ups!”

Dismissing his interruption, she smiled. “I actually like fighting games, which is precisely why Luna orchestrated that tournament. She thought that having a competition may afford me a partner who I can play with.”

“Oh I love fighting games! If you wanted, I’d be more than happy to teach you every trick I know!” he proudly stated, holding a hoof to his chest. Only then realizing how rude he was being, remembering he was talking to the oldest, most influential pony in all of the land, he gulped. “S…sorry. It’s just that I never thought I’d have anything in common with the best Princess ever.”

She stiffened, her cheeks darkening ever so slightly in the dim light of the room. “I don’t know about that. Twilight, Luna, and Cadance are all amazing Princesses in their own right. You don’t have to say such -”

“But it’s true!” he cut her off, scampering forward and brazenly lifting her forehoof from the floor.

Gazing down upon him, locking eyes with him, she didn’t budge. “In what way…?”

“You’re older than them, you looked after Equestria for a super long time while Luna was banished, and you’re super pretty! I don’t have anything against the other Princesses, but you’re definitely my…” he trailed off and tilted his head to the side, seeing an odd look on her face. “Is everything ok?”

Freeing and batting her hoof, she averted her gaze. “It’s…it’s fine. I just haven’t had a pony, much less a young stallion be so forward with me.”

“Well I meant every word,” he sternly harrumphed. “You’re the best Princess and nopony will ever change my mind on the matter.”

“This may sound a bit strange,” she whispered, dipping her head toward him, “but would you be willing to show me some of your moves? I’ve got refreshments, plenty of games that we could play, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see some of your skills firsthoof.”

His muzzle split in a broad grin, as he leaned in, held her hoof, and gave a curt bow. “I’d be happy to, my Princess.”

Before he had any time to react, a gold aura settled over him. In the blink of an eye, with a flash of light and pop of displaced air, he was instantly teleported away from the tiny sitting room. It took him a second to realize where he was, blinking rapidly to clear the spots in his vision, but he quickly gasped in disbelief. While she’d promised him a tour, showing off the castle in all its wonder, she’d skipped the chase and brought him somewhere he honestly thought he’d never be.

“Make yourself at home,” she cooed, waving to a large television with an array of game consoles beneath it. “I’ll be right back - have to use the little mare’s room.”

Leaving her pint-sized guest where he stood, she hastily trotted into her bathroom, slammed the door shut, and shudderingly exhaled. This was bad - this was really bad. She rushed to her sink and splashed her face with some cold water, willing her tail to keep from flagging. While she couldn’t have cared less about Luna’s plan to find her a playmate, the last thing she’d expected was to find herself entertaining a colt.

Lifting her head and staring at her reflection, she fought to control her breathing. It was exceedingly rare for anypony to complement her, and nopony had been bold enough to hold her hoof in centuries, yet the little stallion had done both while shamelessly decrying her as the best Princess in all of Equestria. She looked over and hovered a towel over to herself, trying and failing to dislodge several unsavory thoughts from her mind.

Being a Princess was no easy job. Besides the almost constant bureaucracy of ruling a nation, she had to act prim and proper while she was out and about - worse still, though she had access to virtually anything she could ever dream of, the simpler things in life tended to elude her. The last time a stallion had complimented her, telling her how pretty she was, had been - actually, thinking on it, she couldn’t remember the last time a stallion had actually complimented her in such a fashion! As unthinkable as it was, likely without knowing it, her little guest had inadvertently gotten her a bit hot under her nonexistent collar.

It would have been bad enough to get hit on by a stud, regardless of their size or naiveté, but there was another element to the mix - a darn big element. Button may not have given it any mind, but he was exquisitely well-endowed. Given the size of his sheath and balls, he was more than likely packing a stallionhood that would put even her biggest guard to shame. Knowing she couldn’t hide in the bathroom forever, she wiped her face off, gave a heavy sigh, and turned to the door.

“Alrighty!” she chirped, skipping back to the entertainment center while doing her best not to look flustered. “So which game did you…”

The words died in her throat the moment she spotted him. Reclined on a beanbag chair with his hind legs parted, he gave her a full, unfettered view of his package. Sweet, merciful stars in the sky - he was massive. Her mind raced, her heart skipped a beat, and she eyed his titanic equipment, heedless less of her steadily rising tail and winking marehood.

Seeing stallionhoods was common, she ended up casually glancing at dozens on any given day, but this - this was something altogether different. The thick, hickory-colored flesh of Button’s sheath and fat, succulent balls contrasted wondrously against caramel-tones of his hide. He wasn’t even hard, but she could tell good and gosh darned well that he was packing some serious heat.

“Which game did I want to what?” he inquired, tilting his head to the side.

Wrenching her eyes off his groin, she pinched the bridge of her snout. “Which game would you like to play? I apologize, I’ve had a lot on my mind today.”

“It’s fine,” he responded, motioning over at the television. “Since you said you like fighting games, I popped in Barnyard Brawlers! I know it’s not the newest game, but it’s a classic and it’ll help me figure out how good you are!”

She called upon her magic, turned the console on, and eased herself down beside him. As crazy as it may have sounded, doing a bit of gaming may be just what she needed to spare her from unwanted, wholly perverse thoughts. Levitating two controllers from the floor, bringing one to him and the other to herself, she listened to the game boot up. Everything was going to be fine, perfectly fine, and she was going to have a great visit with who was assuredly a polite, well mannered visitor.

Unfortunately for her, everything did not end up being fine. He defeated her in every match, regardless of the characters she chose or the games they decided to play, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. As minutes passed into an hour or more, two things proved to be egregious distractions: the subtle smell of his stallionly scent and the fact that their innocent contest was exciting him in a very unexpected way.

Darned if she could explain it, but his enthusiasm steadily made itself known. Gradually emerging from his sheath, steaming the relatively cool air around it, his stallionhood slowly made itself seen. Her best guess was that he was merely passionate about gaming with her, since they hadn’t done anything even remotely sexual, but the explanation for his arousal bore little consequence on her marish urges. Slipping subtle glances at his cock, wondering exactly how big it could possibly get, she was stricken with what may have been the most insidious idea she’d ever had in her life.

“Button,” she whispered, drawing the colt’s eye over to her, “how would you feel if we made things interesting?”

“Interesting?” he parroted. “How could we do that?”

Setting her controller down, she stood and stepped over to the gaming console. “We’ll play best three out of five in Far-Out Fighters. Winner gets to do anything they want with the loser.”

His eyes went alight at the remark. “Anything?”

“Anything,” she quietly affirmed.

“Let’s do it,” he whooped, pumping a forehoof in the air. “It’s been a while since I played Far-Out, but don’t think I’ll take it easy on you!”

She placed the cartridge in the console, walked back beside him, and eased herself down. “I’d expect nothing less…”

The trio of matches were a bloodbath, with Button defeating her without so much as getting a scratch for the last two. Ordinarily speaking, she would have been beyond annoyed that she’d been bested so effortlessly, and by a colt no less, although she was far from frustrated. Grinning to herself and shaking her head, she sat her controller down and looked over at him.

“I guess that settles that,” she sighed. “Now then, was there anything in particular you’d request of me?”

Button thoughtfully rubbed his chin and looked up at the ceiling. There were a number of things he would have liked to do, but it was nearly impossible to pick one from amongst the rest. Maybe he could ask to stay up late and play games with her all night, or he could tell he wanted to hear about any secrets the Canterlot castle held - in the end, after hastily considering and discarding a number of ideas, he was stricken with inspiration. She’d said that the winner could do anything they wanted with the loser, which meant she might…

“Treat me like a Prince,” he triumphantly hummed. “Treat me like your Prince.”

A thrilled shiver shot up her spine, her marehood clenched, and her mouth began to water. Of all the possible things he could have requested, he’d intentionally or unintentionally asked for the best possible thing. She got her hooves beneath herself and rose to her full height, looming over him for just a moment before bowing her head to the floor. If he wanted to be treated like her Prince, she’d be more than happy to do just that.

“It would be my humble honor to serve you, my Prince,” she demurely declared. “Would you like to rest upon our bed?”

As he looked over his shoulder at her massive mattress, his jaw nearly hit the floor. “I get to sleep in your bed?”

“Our bed,” she corrected, shunting power into her horn and causing it to glow. “May I do the honors?”

“I - Ahem -” he coughed, barely composing himself. “You may.”

Surrounding him with her sorcerous aura, she plucked him from the floor and trotted beside him as she brought him over to the mattress. “I assume you’ll be wanting a crown for your stay?”

“Yeah!” he cheerfully replied, being set upon the luxurious sheets.

She reversed course and walked to the foot of the bed, having placed him just beneath the headboard and on her favorite pillow. “And of course I’ll accompany you throughout the castle and Canterlot as your loving, faithful Princess.”

Though he didn’t respond straight away, possibly overwhelmed by her assertion, his body spoke volumes. His stallionhood twitched, lightly slapping against his belly, while its thick medial ring emerged into the open. It would have been scandalous beyond words to do anything amorous with a pony his age, but she’d made him a promise. Her gaze shot up to his face and noticed a blush creeping into his cheeks.

“How’s that sound?” she pressed, placing one forehoof on the bed. “Would you like to trot through the capital at my side, showing me off to all the townsponies and guards?”

His cock throbbed again, growing slightly larger. “Y…yeah,” he stammered, watching as she crawled up the mattress.

Inching closer to him, feeling a bead of nectar creeping down her inner thigh, she licked her lips and hungrily peered at his loins. “I do have one small favor to ask, if you’d be so gracious as to hear it…”

Unable to move, feeling his pulse quicken and mouth go dry, he instinctively spread his hind legs. “W…w…what is it?”

“It was such a long, grueling trip for you,” she lamented, lazily lowering herself to the blanket. “After all your trials and tribulations, vanquishing all those ponies at the tournament, I’d like to help you relax.”

While Button wasn’t entirely sure what she was planning to do, he hadn’t been more excited in his entire life. He’d only recently started having funny feelings for mares, finding himself eyeing their butts while gripped with strange, new urges, and there was one mare that had occupied his thoughts more than any other. Petrified, listening to the sound of his heavy breaths, it was all he could do to watch as she leaned in, pressed her snout to the base of his length, and took a long, deep breath through her nose.

“You smell amazing, my dear, sweet Prince,” she quietly moaned.

As her eyes drifted closed, she extended and dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft. He gnawed his lip and shivered, his legs closing to either side of her head. Though he’d touched himself before, having borrowed a dirty magazine from his best friend Rumble, nothing could have prepared him for such an incredible sensation.

“Mmmmmph,” he whimpered, trembling as she slipped the tip of his length into her muzzle.

Celestia cracked an eye and peeked up at him. Between his blissful expression and the positively adorable noise he’d just made, she was overjoyed. It was far from the first time she’d fooled around with somepony, but she never would have thought she’d end up getting frisky with a colt - a colt who was exceptionally well-hung, but a colt all the same. Glancing at her door, magically locking it and placing a number of sorcerous barriers around her room to shield her from prying eyes, she basked in what the little stud had to offer.

She hadn’t lied when she’d said he smelled amazing. His musk, though not as potent as a full-grown stallion’s, was strong, masculine, and sang a siren’s song to her baser instincts. She may have been well over a millennia old, was arguably the most powerful pony in existence, and was the diarch of an empire, but was still beholden to natural desires. As she continued to suck him off, savoring the flavor of sweat and unwashed flesh dancing over her palate, she slipped a forehoof forward to tenderly fondle his ripe, cum-laiden balls.

He kicked his hind legs out and brought his fetlocks to the base of her skull. What she’d thought was an innocent reaction, a spontaneous twitch on his part, turned out to be anything but. He flexed his legs and drew her to his groin, driving his cock into her snout and down her throat. She’d been lucky to have just taken a breath, yet the sudden intrusion was enough to cause her to gag slightly.

“Darn it,” he cursed, instantly releasing her. “I didn’t mean to -”

“It’s quite alright,” she croaked, having instantly withdrawn and freed her muzzle. “I simply wasn’t expecting you to be so assertive. Just lay down and relax. Allow me to service you as only your Princess can…”

She picked up where she’d started in an instant, yet things had taken an immediate turn. She could feel his passion, his primal drive to be with her, and it was almost enough to drive her into a frenzy - almost. Placing her forehooves on his thighs, she spread and pinned his hind legs while swabbing her throat with his shaft. It may have been a while since she’d had a stallion in her bed, but she wasn’t that rusty.

Up and down, forward and back, she bobbed her head and gave him what she hoped was the best blowjob he’d ever had - at least she tried to give him the best blowjob he’d ever had. In spite of his short stature, choking on his cock proved to be a herculean task. She hadn’t even fully hilted him, her lips inches from his medial ring, yet her jaw strained and esophagus ached. Though she couldn’t imagine how much bigger he’d get with age, his endowment likely growing for at least a few more years, the exhilaration coursing through her overshadowed her concerns.

Button felt like his heart was going to pound through his chest, as he was overcome by the amorous assault. He’d thought that jacking off was amazing, but he’d been wrong - so incredibly wrong. Compared to the tender frog of his hoof, Celestia’s tongue and full, plump lips were like a taste of heaven.

She showed no signs of stopping, making him feel things that were impossibly good. The best part, if he had to pick one, was that she kept him on his tiphooves. At times she’d slow, making nearly his entire shaft disappear into her mouth, but then she’d pull back to suck on just the tip of his length. The experience left him speechless, robbing him of the ability to speak, although it came with a catch - the longer she went on, the closer he was pushed to his limit.

He fidgeted and squirmed, halfheartedly trying to buck into her face. As if the physical sensation wasn’t enough to send him skyrocketing toward his limit, his view of her was akin to the divine. The way her heavily-lidded eyes studied him, how her ephemeral mane shimmered around her face, her hushed groans and muted gags - each and every detail was like a dream come true. Sensing a familiar sensation welling within him, he clenched his jaw and screwed his eyes shut.

It was strange - he had no reason to hold himself back, yet he didn’t want to cum so quickly. From what he’d heard from his friends in the school yard, and read in the magazine he’d gotten from Rumble, stallions were supposed to finish after the mare they were with! Steeling his resolve, flying in the face of what was a once in a lifetime experience, he shot forward and pushed her away with his forehooves.

“Stop!” he squawked.

She withdrew in a flash, unsheathing his saliva and pre-cum slathered length from her gullet, and stared at him in shock. “Is…is something wrong?”

Frantically shaking his head, he rolled over and got his hooves under himself. “No…”

Waiting for a reply that didn’t come, seeing him turn around to face her, she scrunched her snout. “Then why did you stop?”

Her question was genuine. She’d sensed he was getting close, feeling his heartbeat with every throb of his godly endowment, and she couldn’t have cared less if he’d pumped a load down her throat. Taking a small step back, she stared down at him in consternation and waited for an answer.

“I want to - um -” he mumbled, looking away and pawing at the bedspread on which he stood. “I want to make you feel good too…”

She blinked, not believing what she’d just heard. “Pardon?”

“I said I want you to feel good too!” he repeated, defiantly stamping his hoof while glaring up at her. “You’re the Princess - my Princess, and you should let me take care of you.”

Of all the things he could have said or done, his bold assertion made her weak in the knees. She’d met a few chivalrous ponies over the years, ones who said they cared for her, but he may have been the first who’d acted with such conviction. Practically leaking sensual juices onto the sheets, she languidly wheeled around, pressed her chest to the bed, and spread her hind legs for him.

“Then perhaps, if I may make a small suggestion,” she cooed, flicking her tail to the side, “you’d like to see what you’re in for…”

If somepony had told her she’d end up performing such a shameless display for a colt, she would have laughed and likely had them arrested for slander - now things were different. She held her ground and waited, staving off the temptation to look at him. While he had asked to make her feel good, it only felt right to give him the chance to explore her like only a lover could.

Gazing up in wide-eyed wonder at her marehood, Button stood in abject awe. Her teats hung on her abdomen, being hoovesdown the biggest he’d ever seen on any creature, yet it was her nethers that took his complete attention. Plump and dripping wet, the dark, hairless flesh of her naughty bits sporadically parted to reveal her pink, succulent interior.

He inched closer, unable to look away from her loins, and felt his stallionhood angrily slap against his belly. As he drew nearer, breathing normally, the most fantastic aroma wafted to his nose. He’d been around mares for most of his life, having grown so used to their natural bouquet that it barely registered, yet the scent that tickled his nostrils compelled him.

Rearing onto his hind legs, balancing himself by pressing a forehoof to the back of her thigh, he brought his snout to her entrance. She’d just given him an experience he’d never forget, something he was certain he’d think fondly of while getting himself off well into the future, so it only felt right to return the favor. While he’d only ever heard about how to pleasure a mare, he extended his tongue and began lapping at her sex.

His taste buds went alight with her sweet, slightly citrusy nectar. He hadn’t the slightest idea what he was doing, yet his instincts guided him onward. It was almost like he was in a trance, his body moving and doing things he didn’t fully comprehend, yet the blissful haze that settled over him was too powerful to deny. Somehow, despite all their differences, he was going to make her his.

Every lick Celestia received fanned the flames of her lust, stripping away the few reservations she had. Though his technique lacked any skill to speak of, his zeal more than made up for his lack of experience. She lowered her waist and bucked back, smearing her juices on his face and marking him with her scent, as she bit back a moan.

On and on he went, ravishing her with his little tongue as his stallionhood rhythmically twitched and leaked pre-cum onto the sheets. Between how eager he was eating her out and how long it had been since she’d gotten any amorous attention, she swiftly realized that her endurance would be quite unbecoming of an ancient, wizened princess - be that as it may, it gave her inspiration. Since they were both enjoying themselves so much, why not speed things along.

“B…Button?” she sputtered, peering over her shoulder and causing him to slow. “Let’s move to the floor.”

She didn’t wait for him to speak, straightening up and hopping from the bed. A grown stallion would find mounting her a tricky affair, so having a mere colt make love to her would be tricky - mercifully for her, she knew just what to do. Levitating an ottoman from beside her vanity, she almost frantically presented herself for her pint-sized lover.

“This should make things easier,” she giggled, tauntingly swaying her hips from side to side.

Button practically flung himself off the mattress at the sight of her upturned rump. As he scrambled up on to the little stool thing she’d moved over, his mind went blank. Everything was happening so fast, a part of him was confused as to what he was doing, and the last thing he wanted was to get in trouble - nevertheless, he rose onto his hind legs, locked his front hooves around her hips, and slammed his cock into her drenched, winking marehood.

His eyelids fluttered and eyes rolled to the back of his head as his length was embraced by her hot, silken canal. The blowjob he’d just received, while brief, couldn’t hold a candle to the unbelievable pleasure her depths afforded. Wasting no time, his sanity all but lost, he hammered into her with reckless abandon.

It was at that moment, ruthlessly jackhammered by Button, that Celestia’s self-restraint was shattered outright. She threw her ass backwards to meet his thrusts, constricting around his incredible dick on his backstrokes while relaxing on his plunges. To say she felt amazing would have been an understatement. Though he was smaller than her, younger than her, and lacking even a fraction of her experience, his feverish rutting and the obscene size of his endowment put them on an equal footing.

“Yes,” she mewled, using her magic to tweak and pull her sensitive nipples, “harder…”

Snorting and securing his grip, he used every bit of his strength to give her what she wanted - what she needed. Words couldn’t describe how awesome he felt. He couldn’t say if sex with anypony was as good as it was with the Princess - his Princess, but he was going to do everything he could to stay with her forever. He set his jaw and shifted one forehoof, feeling her tail brush across his face.

She would have likely cum within minutes of him eating her out, but the fucking had reduced that timeframe to seconds. Heat blossomed within her abdomen, her stuffed marehood winked uncontrollably, her motions lost all rhythm. His stallionhood beat against her womb with each thrust, threatening to breach her inner gates, and she wished for nothing more than for him to hilt her and fill her foal-factory with his rich, virile seed.

The pair went at one another like a pair of rut-crazed beasts, all their differences erased by the passionate moment. What had started as an innocent visit had devolved into one of the most lecherous exchanges the Canterlot castle had seen in literal ages, while the two succumbed to their animalistic wants. Harder and harder, faster and faster still, their care and consideration for each other was outstripped by their depraved longings.

Shrieking out in ecstasy, wracked with the most powerful orgasm she may have ever had, Celestia tensed from her hooves to the tip of her horn. Rich, thick nectar erupted from her quivering snatch, bathing Button’s lower half, the ottoman he stood on, and the floor. It was unthinkable to consider a renowned mare like herself could be brought low by a colt, but that didn’t matter - nothing mattered but getting what she so desperately yearned for.

She couldn’t tell how long he pounded into her, his forehooves digging into her supple flesh while his hips impacted her backside, yet she was eventually shaken from her stupor when she felt him starting to flare. The sensation of his stallionhood swelling within her, its fat tip locking against her cervix, caused her to throw her head back and bray to the heavens. Regardless of his age, she needed him to…

“Cum inside me!” she wailed, her sanity all but gone. “Breed me and make me your mare!”

Her cry did Button in on the spot. Grunting and snorting, he bit the dock of her tail, hilted, and pumped his essence into her. He nearly fainted from the raw, unfettered rapture that washed over him, almost losing his grip and toppling off of her, but he was able to keep his length buried within her. It was only when the blinding ecstasy shifted into euphoria did his strength finally flee him - thankfully for him, the Princess’ magic surrounded him and kept him locked to her tush.

On unsteady legs Celestia eased herself down, gasping for air while savoring each throb of his gradually softening cock. She didn’t have the slightest bit of regret, taking solace that the enchantments she’d cast would keep anypony in the castle from knowing about their little fling, but she was curious about something. Reaching back with a wing, she lovingly stroked his sweat-streaked brow and smiled at him.

“Button, might I ask a question?” she breathed, drawing his eye.

He gave a shuddering nod, barely able to lift his head. “Uh…uh-huh…”

“Am…am I…” she faltered, taking a second to summon her courage. “By chance, am I your first?”

“Y…yeah,” he wheezed, “and I w…want you to be my marefriend…”

Even with everything that had just transpired, her womb absolutely brimming with his foal-batter, she felt her face darken. She honestly would have told him yes right then and there, but to do so would be foolish for a number of reasons. They’d only just met, she knew perilously little about him, and she felt certain that he’d be bragging to his friends that he was dating the oldest Princess in all the land - that being said, she didn’t have the heart to tell him no.

“How about this -” she purred, drawing her wing up his neck and to his chin, “if you continue to impress me this weekend, I’ll consider it.”

He wearily smiled and hugged her butt, running his cheek against her flank. “I won’t let you down, Princess.”

“I’m sure you won’t,” she hummed, feeling his cum leak out of her battered sex, “my little Prince…”

Chapter 2

“Button,” the familiar voice of his mother, Cream Heart, called out, causing Button to press pause on his game and turn his ear to the door.

He waited a moment, debating on if he should keep playing or not, before he sighed. “Yeah?”

“You have a visitor,” his mom shouted back.

Quirking a brow, he remained where he sat. Sweetie and her friends were out helping with the fall harvest at the Apple Family farm, Rumble had gone to a show with his big brother, and Tender Taps was at dance practice, leaving him confused as to who’d come by to see him. He eyed the screen, seeing the area of the final boss resting just out of reach, and unpaused his game.

“Tell them I’m busy!” he hollered.

Faint whispers came from downstairs, his mother talking with another mare from the sounds of it, before a series of heavy hooffalls came storming toward his door. The approaching noise sent a chill through him, realizing his mom was likely coming to get him, as he shot to his hooves and rushed to his door. Darned if he knew exactly why he was being called, but his gut told him it couldn’t be good.

Bursting out of his room, he nearly toppled his mother over. “Sorry, I…”

His apology fell flat, noticing the look of annoyance on his mom’s face. Excuses wouldn’t work on her, especially because she was fully aware that he hadn’t been doing his homework, so he hung his head and ran to her side. Whatever she’d come to get him for, he realized it must have been important.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Cream groaned, briskly leading him to the front of the house. “He can be a bit difficult when he’s distracted.”

A soft giggle drifted to his ears, followed by a voice he didn’t think he’d ever forget. “It’s quite alright - after all, colts will be colts…”

He lifted his head, a smile already forming on his muzzle, and spotted none other than Princess Celestia standing just inside. “Celestia! Oh my gosh!”, he bleated, bolting forward.

“B…Button,” Cream squawked, “show some respect to the Princess!”

“It’s perfectly fine,” Celestia sighed, lifting a foreleg and returning the colt’s embrace.

Leaping back, grinning from ear to ear, he craned his head to look up at her enchanting, beautiful face. “It’s so good to see you again! Did you get the letters I sent? Oh - what brought you to Ponyville?”

His mind was a blur, his heart hammered wildly in his chest, and his cheeks were already getting sore from smiling. It had been almost three months since he’d come home from Canterlot, yet the memory of his vacation and of the Princess were as clear as crystal. While he’d enjoyed every aspect of his trip, from the really good food in the royal castle to getting to see the sights of the capital, there was one thing he’d missed more than the rest - well, no, not something - somepony.

Stepping up beside him, Cream shot him an irritated glare before giving a curt bow to their guest. “Is there anything I can do for you, my Princess? It may not be much, but I have snacks and tea in the kitchen.”

Celestia serenely shook her head and gave a small bow in turn. “There is something you could do for me, but it doesn’t involve refreshments. If it’s not too much to ask, may I speak with Button for a bit?”

“What did he do…” Cream muttered, her brow furrowing as she eyed her son.

Moments from defending himself, ready to say he hadn’t done anything to evoke the Princess’ ire, he and his mother looked over as Celestia started to laugh. “See!” he attested, waving a hoof at the alicorn. “I didn’t do anything bad.”

“No, he didn’t -” Celestia noted, composing herself enough to speak, “in fact, he did nothing but good things while he was my guest.”

Cream looked between her colt and the Princess, her discontent replaced by confusion. “I…I don’t mind if you speak with him - not at all!”

“Many thanks for your hospitality,” Celestia demurely stated, dipping her head. As she straightened up, her eyes wandered over to Button. “Button, could we talk in your room?”

“Sure!” he chirped, wheeling around and waving for her to follow. “I mean - uh - just give me a few minutes!”

Bolting into his bedroom, he frantically started kicking dirty laundry, snack wrappers, and detritus under his bed. If he’d had even the slightest idea that the mare who’d won his heart would be appearing at his front door, he would have actually cleaned up the night prior - sadly, given his tendency to procrastinate until his mom yelled at him, he’d screwed himself over. He flitted from one spot to another, scrambling to tidy up, until a tittering caught his ear.

Celestia preemptively held up a hoof to silence him as she walked in and magically shut the door behind herself. “If it makes you feel any better, Luna’s room was much, much worse when she was your age.”

With the door shut and sorcerously locked behind her, enchanted to prevent any prying eyes or ears, she crossed to the colt, scooped him up in one foreleg, and buried his face in her neck. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment for what it was. His scent permeated the chamber, the heat of him against her filled her with glee, and simply touching him gave a comfort she’d rarely felt before, yet she knew it wasn’t going to last.

While she carefully eased him down to the floor, fighting the urge to hold him, her smile wavered. “Button, we need to talk…”

“About what?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“About…” she faltered, her joy fading. “About something serious. Maybe you should sit down.”

He did as she asked without question, plopping his tush down on the floor right in front of her, yet that did little to sooth her frazzled nerves. Though she was genuinely happy to see him - elated even, she hadn’t made the trip to Ponyville merely to socialize. Seating herself before him, in spite of having thought this moment through more times than she could count, she struggled to find her voice.

“Button, you remember all the - Ahem - fun we had in Canterlot ~ right?” she inquired.

“How could I ever forget?!” he excitedly replied.

She gave a little nod and forced the corners of her lips to turn up. “Well all that fun may - no,” she huffed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her snout. “All that fun had a consequence.”

Reaching out and caressing her leg, he knit his brow. “Did…did something happen?”

“You could say that,” she murmured. Taking a breath, holding it for a moment, and slowly exhaling, she tried and failed to collect herself. “Do you know where foals come from…?”

“Of course I…” he fell completely and utterly silent, his eyes widening and drifting to her stomach.

Peering down at him, seeing the realization dawn on his face, she lowered her hoof and caressed her abdomen. “S…surprise…”

“H…how…when did…” he sputtered, reeling from the revelation.

He’d learned all about the birds and the bees in Ms. Cheerilee’s class, being taught how when a mare and a stallion love one another they can end up with a little colt or filly of their own, yet never in his wildest dreams would he have thought he’d end up doing something like that with the most revered Princess on the entire planet! Sliding forward on his rump, he squinted and looked her over. While he hadn’t detected it in the foyer, too thrilled to simply see her again, he started to notice several little things that had changed about her.

For starters, it looked like she’d put on some weight - a considerable amount of weight. Her plush thighs, backside, and belly were all a fair bit larger than they had been months prior, but those weren’t the only things different about her. Slumped between her thighs and resting on the floor, her bosoms seemed to have almost doubled in size. He stared at her tummy, doing his darndest to try and look into her, and shook his head.

“H…how…” he began, anxiously licking his lips, “how long have you known?”

She averted her gaze as he peered up at her, ashamed of herself and frightened of what he may say. “Nearly two months…”

“Two months!” he repeated, jumping up to his hooves. “Why didn’t you tell me right away?”

Clamping her eyes shut, she slammed a forehoof into the floor. “Because I was scared!”

The resounding clop of her hoof impacting the floor brought with it a preternatural stillness, a quiet that was wholly unnatural, but she’d have to explain herself. Ever since she’d discovered she was pregnant, she’d kept the news secret - heck, even her fellow Princesses, including her own sister, didn’t know she was with foal. What should have been a joyous occasion, finding out she would finally start a family after centuries upon centuries of holding the throne, had brought her nothing but torment.

If the citizens of Equestria found out that their most revered Princess would bear a foal out of wedlock, it would be the scandal of the millennia - moreover, when ponies discovered the father was a colt, she’d be ruined. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to bring a little colt or filly into the world, but she didn’t want her offspring to bear even a trace of her shame. While there were perilously few times in her life when she considered herself lost, unsure of what course of action to take, learning she was going to be a mother eclipsed virtually all of those in the past.

“I…I don’t know what to do…” she whimpered, her eyes growing moist. “I want to keep it - stars above, I want nothing more than to be a mother, but I’ll -”

“We’ll…” Button whispered, cutting her off. “We’ll raise them.”

She blinked and wiped a tear from her face. “I want to, but -”

“No,” he insisted. “If you want to keep our foal, we’re going to keep our foal.”

His knees shook, his voice cracked, and he was worried that his heart might explode from how hard it was pounding, yet he held her gaze and pushed himself up. Forcing one hoof in front of the other, he closed the gap between them, lowered his muzzle, and tenderly kissed her belly. A number of emotions welled up within him, each vying for dominance, though his love for her shone through and eclipsed them all.

Inching back, he looked up and waved her down. “Come here…”

The second her face was within reach, he extended a foreleg and stroked her chin. While he may not have known the first thing about being a dad, still in school and far from adulthood himself, he wasn’t going to let her go through this struggle alone - no way in heck. He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes.

“I can’t say for sure, but I’d bet every bit in my piggy bank that your parents loved you and cared for you when you were little,” he breathed. Without breaking eye contact, she gave a small, shaky nod. “I don’t care what anypony says - not the royal guards, not your sister, not even Princess Twilight, if you want to keep our foal, we’re going to keep our foal. If…if anypony has a problem with that - well…” he gulped, putting on the bravest face he could muster. “They’re going to have to talk to me about it.”

Her hair stood on end as she gazed down upon him. “I…I’m not sure -”

“Listen,” he interjected, “don’t tell me you wouldn’t be an incredible mom - you would, I can tell. I’ll do my best to be the greatest darn dad in Equestria - no, the entire world. Celestia, I love you more than anypony and I want you to be my Princess forever and ever - if that means starting a family and looking over you and our little colt or filly, that’s what I’ll do.”

The conviction of his words struck her like a ton of bricks, leaving her speechless. She’d fully expected him to fly into a panic attack or go crying to his mother, yet he’d done neither. Though he may have been a colt in a number of ways, being young, excitable, and immature about a great many things, she’d sold him short. At his core, he was more of a stallion than she could have ever guessed.

Rocked to her core by his assertion, she was taken aback when he leaned in, closed his eyes, and locked lips with her. The kiss he gave her wasn’t fleeting, not merely a simple affectionate peck, and further cemented what he’d said. He truly did love and care for her, quite possibly more than anypony ever had in her preternaturally long life, and she felt the same way for him.

“B…Button,” she stammered, pressing a forehoof to his chest and pushing him away. “Are y…you sure about this? Being a father is a huge responsibility.”

“I know,” he sighed, peeking down at her belly once again, “but I’m not doing this just for me or for you - I’m doing it for them…”

A shiver shot through her as he spoke. Long neglected parts of her mind activated, instincts she didn’t realize she even had, and her pulse began to race. He may have been small and a fraction of her age, his life spanning mere moments compared to how long she’d walked upon the earth of Equestria, yet he’d done something no pony ever had - he won her heart. A warmth blossomed deep inside her, leading her to fidget in place.

While she hadn’t mentioned it earlier, given the pressing nature of her visit, her pregnancy wasn’t the only thing that had been occupying her thoughts since she’d left. She wasn’t sure if it was due to him tapping into her amorous side, the life which was blossoming within her, or some combination of the two, but it was like her marish impulses had gone into overdrive ever since he’d left. When she hadn’t been fretting about what to do with herself and their lovefoal, her mind wandered into all manner of salacious, wholly licentious waters.

Her eyelids fluttered as he gave her a second, far more passionate kiss. His tongue forced its way past her lips and into her muzzle, drawing a soft groan from her. Ancestors forgive her - whether he fully understood it or not, he had her wrapped around her hoof. With but a passionate kiss, he’d brought an ache to her loins! Folding her wings around him, pulling him close, she returned his affection.

She could have stayed like that forever, making out with him in his room, had he not shot back and glanced downward. Following his gaze, she started when she saw her teats leaking milk to the floor. Her breasts had been sore for the last week or so, almost painfully tender to the touch, yet she would never have fathomed it was because she was on the cusp of lactating!

“That’s so hot,” he mutely gasped, heedless or ignoring the strand of saliva connecting his lips to hers.

Getting her hooves under herself, she stood. “You…you like them?”

“Like them?” he exclaimed, scrambling to his hooves. “I love them. You had big boobies before, but now they’re just - oh wow - they’re amazing.”

She felt her cheeks darken as she looked back at herself. It was no secret to her or the castle’s staff that she’d been putting on a good bit of weight recently, having heard maids and guards alike whispering about her when they thought she couldn’t hear them, and her self-esteem had suffered for it. She’d tried - heavens above, she’d tried to mind her figure for centuries, attempting different diets and exercise plans, yet none had worked to slim her down. Now that she had a bun in the oven, she felt sure she’d only get bigger as time went on.

Reaching out with a trembling hoof, Button caught himself and pulled his leg back. “Can I touch them?”

“If you’d like,” she quietly answered, bashfully looking away.

He’d likely missed her as much as she missed him, quite possibly getting off to the memories of all the wildly lustful things they’d done to - with one another, so it would have been impossible for her not to let him indulge his curiosity about the changes she’d been going through - at least that’s what she told herself. Spying his colossal stallionhood dangling beneath him, she arched her back and lifted a hind leg for him. As she balanced on three hooves, her blush deepening from showing herself off, she yelped in surprise when something warm and soft pressed against her bosoms.

“They’re so huge,” he reverently noted to himself, burying his face in the cavernous valley of her bust.

Biting her bottom lip, sensing her tail starting to flag, she flapped her wings to steady herself. “C…careful, they’re rather tender.”

Button freed his face and scrunched his snout, feeling a rivulet of milk run down his cheek. “Probably because they’re so full! I can - um - I might be able to help…”

“How could you possibly - Nnnnnnm!” she moaned as a wave of pleasure shot through her.

Unable to control himself, more turned on than - well, since his last roll in the hay with her, he dipped his head, locked his lips around her nipple, and began to nurse. As sweet, creamy milk washed over his palate, his stallionhood jerked and swelled in size. It was strange - he understood what breasts were for, that they were meant to feed foals, but something about sucking on her huge, heavy udder got him super worked up.

Swinging one foreleg back, he absentmindedly rubbed his length with a forehoof. Her hushed groans and trembling did nothing to slow him down, fueling the fires of his desire to be with her. It may have been true that he was still anxious about the news about him being a dad, terrified and excited in equal measure, yet he somehow knew everything was going to be alright - as long as he and the Princess were there for one another, they’d find happiness together.

He swallowed down mouthful after mouthful of rich dairy, stroking himself all the while, she awkwardly lowered her hind leg and shuffled to the side. Yearning for more, following her with his head, his lips unlatched from her bosom with a soft pop. As his thoughts cleared, realizing he’d gone from simply wanting to help to succumbing to his libido, he looked over at her face and froze.

She’d been flustered before, but now - now she was in an even more pitiful state. Sweat beaded her brow, her nostrils flared with her every breath, and a bead of saliva had crept past her lips to dangle from her chin. On one hoof, it was a bit of a relief to see he wasn’t alone in grappling with his lust - on the other, he felt genuinely bad that he’d inadvertently teased her and while enjoying himself.

Glancing over at his bed, he was stricken with an idea. She was a guest - a royal guest and soon to be the mother of his foal, but a guest all the same, so it would have been unforgivably rude not to treat her as such. Trotting over and hopping up on his mattress, he rolled onto his back and waved her over to himself.

“Want me to make you feel good?” he bluntly asked, smirking over at her.

She chuckled for a moment and shrugged. “I’d be lying if I said no.”

“Good,” he noted with a nod. Grabbing a pillow and pulling it under his head, he reclined. “Come over here and sit on me.”

“I…I beg your pardon?” she croaked.

He pushed himself up to peer over at her. “Come over here and sit on my face!” he repeated. “You traveled all the way here to see me, you’re probably tired, and you deserve to be comfortable! It makes sense ~ doesn’t it?”

Her eyes shot to the floor as she considered his proposal. The memory of what his little tongue could do had gotten her off on a number of occasions, but it wouldn’t be right to simply sit on him and let him eat her out ~ would it? Biting her lower lip, she looked over to the bed and wondered if the relatively small piece of furniture could support the two of them.

“Are…are you absolutely sure?” she pressed as her lascivious appetite overpowered her better judgment.

Resting his head on the pillow, he grinned. “You can play with me while you’re on me.”

Thinking fondly of the times she’d used her magic to please him, surrounding his stallionhood with her aura, she turned and placed one hoof on his mattress. Buck it - he’d asked her to do it, his bed looked sturdy enough, and the opportunity to have some fun with him was too good to pass up. Cautiously stepping up and onto the mattress, hearing the frame creak under her, she steadily turned around, swung a hind leg over his head, and carefully lowered her rear.

“Just tell me if it’s too much,” she quietly insisted.

“Yup,” he numbly stated, too awestruck by the sight of her titanic tush to have heard her.

He swore he’d had wet dreams about this, his field of vision filled by the fattest, juiciest butt in all of Equestria. The white of her coat clashed with the dark, meaty lips of her sex and her pink, succulent depths, but that wasn’t the best part - the best part was the steady droplets of thick, viscous nectar dripping down on his face. To see her aroused would have been incredible in and of itself, yet knowing she was turned on because of him made him feel like a true stallion.

The weight of her backside pushed him into the mattress, pinning him in place while jamming her sex against his snout, as the warmth of her sorcery surrounded his stallionhood. He couldn’t have cared less about her stroking him off, merely offering as an afterthought, but he wasn’t going to complain - heck, he was actually pleased with himself for coming up with the idea! Filling his lungs with her scent, his mouth already starting to water, he buried his muzzle in her marehood and began eating her out.

She shivered from the bottom of her hooves to the tip of her horn as he made good on his offer. He’d only stayed with her for a weekend in Canterlot, but she’d been sure to tutor him heavily on how to pleasure a mare on his visit. Swinging her hips back, giving him easier access to her clit, she peeked down at his towering cock.

Had he been a bit larger, she would have gleefully draped herself on him and swabbed her throat with his stallionhood - regrettably, his diminutive size made certain positions basically impossible. Using her sorcery as a hand of sorts, tenderly squeezing and massaging his shaft, she contentedly sighed. Some day, if things really did work out between them, she’d be able to do more with him - for now, she was happy to make due and look forward to the joys of a bigger, more robust Button Mash in her future.

“Oh Button,” she throatily groaned, trembling atop him.

Though he did reply, she couldn’t fathom what he’d said - not that it mattered too much. With her marehood essentially muzzling him, her joy of sharing another intimate moment with him eclipsed her worries and woes. He truly was an amazing colt, simply one of a kind, and she hadn’t the slightest shred of doubt that he’d grow into a tall, studly stallion someday. Her grasp on his dick tightened, sorcerously stimulating him, as she watched a bead of pre-cum form at the tip of his length.

Button’s eyes rolled to the back of his head while he feasted on her. He had to tilt his head back whenever he needed a breath, bringing his nose to her soft, pulsing backdoor. There wasn’t a part of her that didn’t smell good, but her tush - holy cow, the aroma of her tush and marehood sent him into a frenzy. Filling his lungs and clutching her flanks, his forelegs spread wide, he sheathed his snout in her sweltering depths.

He couldn’t see her - heck, he could barely hear her, but he could tell that he was making good on his promise. Her canal spasmed and contracted around him while her magic jacked him off, spurring him on and filling him with determination. So help him, he was going to make her forget all about her troubles and prove he was worthy of her love.

Giving as good as she got, Celestia could practically feel her resolve starting to crumble. The fact that she was even considering bringing their passionate bout to an end, pining to have him mount her, was a testament to how badly she needed him - still, she fended off her wanton urges. Though she was a nigh-immortal Princess, her desires didn’t supersede his wants.

She sent more power to her horn, fighting through the blissful haze that clouded her thoughts, and used her sorcery to tenderly fondle and knead his plump, weighty balls. She was sure he’d gotten himself off plenty of times in her stead, yet the notion that he’d saved his seed for her, waiting to fill her with his virile essence, was what ultimately drove her past the breaking point. Leaning forward and shakily standing, she freed his face from her nethers, peeked back at him, and caught him just as he scrambled up and pounced on her.

His attack was so sudden and unexpected that it genuinely took her off guard. She crashed forward, her chest slammed to the mattress while her lower-half stayed upright. It would have been almost impossible for an older stallion to get the jump on her, but he’d put his diminutive frame and youthful zeal to their fullest potential. Throwing her back, she howled as his lips wrapped around her clit.

The second Button had sensed her starting to move, he’d been overcome with a blinding compulsion to keep pleasuring her. She was his mare, his and his alone, and she was going to learn he was just as capable as somepony twice her age. As he stood on his hind legs and focused completely on the sensitive little bud of her marehood, he was serenaded by her rapturous braying and mewling.

“B…Button - Oh buck!” she yowled.

Her body refused to obey her, she couldn’t move a muscle, and she genuinely thought she may be going mad. Moments from cumming, forced to the brink, a stunning revelation dawned on her. This wasn’t just carnal pleasure, some paltry fleshly joy - no, this was the sensation of being conquered. He’d said he was going to make her his mare, but it wasn’t until that moment that she fully understood what he’d meant.

As the piece of the puzzle fell into place, she came - she came harder than she’d ever cum in her life. Her voice rang through his room, echoing off the walls around them, while she baptized him with her nectar. The understanding that he was making her his elevated the climax by an order of magnitude, robbing her of all strength, and she nearly blacked out because of it.

Absolutely coated in her amorous juices, looking like he’d just hopped out of a shower, Button reared back and heaved air into his chest. His each and every sense was overwhelmed by her, making it impossible to think, yet his rut-lust was far from finished. He reached out, patted her flank, and prompted her to shudderingly look back at him.

“Roll over,” he intoned, slapping his stallionhood against his belly.

Her eyes widened and shot from his face to his endowment. She listed to the side, falling to the mattress with a resounding Pomf, and kicked her legs into the air. He’d given her an order, his dick was rock-hard, and it was as clear as day where his intentions lie. With a loud grunt, struggling to move, she reached down, took her fetlocks in her hooves, and presented herself for him in the most unseemly way possible.

“Do it,” she rasped, her upturned marehood winking and quivering, “take me. Make me your mare!”

They’d fucked in more positions than she could count in the Canterlot castle, doing the deed on furniture and the floor alike, yet she’d refrained from letting him have sex with her in the missionary position - not because she was worried that it would feel bad, but because she was concerned that it would feel too good. Even with the disparity of their sizes, the shape and enormity of his endowment would almost assuredly ruin her for anypony other than him - a fear which no longer mattered.

He scampered over and flung himself upon her. His forehooves gripped the chub of her inner thighs while he kissed the head of his cock to her entrance. There was still time for her to change her mind, to bring the tryst to an end, yet she’d never wished for anything more than to feel him filling her. Peering down and locking eyes with him, she nodded and gave her consent.

It took everything he had not to hilt her in a single move, but he was somehow able to control himself. Driving his hips forward, he glanced down his chest and watched his length disappear into her. The dark flesh of his shaft clashed with the bare, lightly colored skin of her marehood as he stretched her open. The sight of his stallionhood sinking into her was easily the hottest thing he’d ever seen, making his heart beat harder and faster than ever.

He continued in spite of her blissful groans, only stopping when his thick medial ring bumped against her lower lips. She’d practically begged him to have sex with her, having gone so far as to ask him to take her right then and there, though her plea had tapped into something dormant - an intoxicating feeling that was totally new - the taste of power. Backing away slightly, drawing a whimper from her, he smirked.

“You want it…?” he muttered.

“Yes!” she wailed, her vice-like grip on him tightening. “More than anything, yes!”

With a small, victorious snort, he thrust into her. Her delighted shriek was music to his ears, the way she quivered around him was incredible, and the small gush of her nectar was all the encouragement he needed to pull back, steady himself, and start humping away at her in earnest. His cock felt just as good as he remembered - better in fact, and he basked in her splendor.

The bed creaked and groaned, jostling forward and back while he pounded into her, while the sounds of their enjoyment filled the air. If it hadn’t been for the spell she’d cast over his room, muting any noise they made to anypony outside, there was a very real chance that Cream Heart, as well as the neighbors, would know exactly what she was doing with him - fortunately for the both of them, she’d had the forethought to account for that. Giving themselves to one another, they became one.

Celestia thrashed her head from side to side, drooling over herself, while her breasts swayed and dribbled milk over her sides and belly. As her tiara clattered to the floor, falling from the bed, she couldn’t help but muse on the state she was in. The most influential and long-lived Princess in the history of Equestria was being utterly dominated by a peasant colt like some common whore.

The taboo of their passion, the sensation of being so unbelievably filled with cock, and the fact that she was being subjugated were too much to bear. Her back arched and she released her hind legs as she was wracked with another mind-bending orgasm. Even before her ecstasy had peaked, robbing her of the ability to think, she could sense herself rebounding and soaring toward a third, potentially even more powerful climax.

She kicked her legs out and locked her forelegs around his pistoning hips, drawing him in with his every plunge. The cycle of pleasure was the definition of insanity, making her delirious with pleasure, yet she yearned for more. While she couldn’t understand it - heck, she could only just comprehend that it was happening at all, some sliver of her wanted him to break her.

Growling and setting his jaw, Button plowed her like she was a fertile field in spring. He knew she was pregnant, she’d admitted it and he’d seen the signs himself, but he was going to make good and gosh darned sure she would be the mother of his foal - no, foals. As soon as he’d given her an heir, he would give her a second and maybe even a third - enough to start a real royal family and ensure their lineage was held.

Each plunge sent him deeper into her, his medial ring bludgeoning its way inside, until the tip of his length was pummeling her womb. He may have been young, but he knew this was where he belonged, what he was supposed to do, so he held nothing back. Bringing his forehooves forward, releasing her thighs, he grabbed and lightly pulled upon her teats.

She flexed her legs and pulled him to herself, coating him with yet more of her marish spunk, while she screamed to the heavens. He had to fight to withdraw from her, but he kept rutting her with everything he had. If she hadn’t already fallen for him, she would after he pumped another load of foal-batter into her.

Seconds stretched into minutes and longer still, yet he didn’t slow - in fact, his pace only quickened. Slick with sweat and her juices, he found himself at an impasse. His endurance was waning, so he was left with two options: he could either attempt to pull out and paint her with his spunk or he could breed her again - without the slightest bit of hesitation, he chose the latter.

“C…Celestia,” he snarled, his eyes clamped shut.

“Inside!” she implored.

“Celestia,” he said again, peeking up to her face with a single eye, “I…I love you!”

“I love you too!” she roared, her words heralding a cataclysmic climax.

They came in tandem, his seed flowing into her like a mighty river while her nectar flowed from around his throbbing stallionhood. As their bodies went still, quaking and spasming, they looked to one another. Without saying a word, they realized they were meant to be together.

“I - Cough I love you too,” she eventually repeated, reaching out to caress his mane with a wing.

He beamed and draped himself over her belly, imagining the life they’d created. “I promise I’ll do everything I can to make you happy…”

“I know,” she sighed, slipping her feathers under his chin. “And you’ll make a wonderful father.”

Losing themselves to the moment, in spite of the mess they’d made, they savored the bond they’d begun to forge. There was much to do, the news of her foal to be broken and plans to be laid, but those could wait - for the time being, all they needed was to be with each other. Little did they know, not everypony was ignorant to what they’d done.

Lurking just outside, concealed by illusory magic, a mare peeked through the window while furiously rubbing her snatch. A dark, ethereal mane flowed from her head and flagged tail, her chest heaved as she panted, and her eyes never strayed from the display within the tiny chamber while her hoof and magic brought her one orgasm after another. She wasn’t angry with what she’d witnessed, though she made a silent vow to herself to find a mate as capable as the little brown coat - after all, if her sister could find such a wondrous paramour, why couldn’t she…?

Chapter 3

Pacing at the foot of her bed, Luna was lost to her thoughts. It had been almost a month since Button Mash, her sister’s supposed protege, had moved into the Canterlot castle. She took no umbrage with a colt living in the keep, having grown used to interns from the School of Friendship over the last two years, but she was less than pleased that her sibling had been intentionally misleading the castle’s staff, the public at large, and even herself.

Without a shadow of doubt, she knew exactly why Celestia had grown so close to Button. He was cute, enthusiastic, and eager to learn - sure, but he was also an exceptionally capable lover. In spite of his small stature, the little stud was packing the endowment of a stallion twice his age - furthermore, she’d personally seen her sister getting positively railed by the colt on a number of occasions.

She cursed and slowed, recalling the first occasion she’d caught Celestia and Button making love. Nopony had forced her to go to Ponyville after her sibling, having grown curious about the added weight and subtle shift in behavior her sister had been going through, yet she’d acted on a hunch and done a bit of snooping - snooping that she wished she hadn’t done. Feeling her marehood wink and dribble juices down her thigh, she shook her head.

As shocked as she’d been to discover her sister getting plowed by the colt, the sight had been the most arousing thing she’d ever seen. She should have left and given the couple privacy, knowing full well that peeping on them was wrong, yet she hadn’t been able to look away. It was on that fateful afternoon, hidden by concealing magic on the roof of Button’s home, that she’d developed what had turned into a crippling fixation.

The enchantments Celestia used to hide her amorous dealings with Button worked on almost anypony, even the most talented unicorns, but they didn’t work on her. With a bit of subterfuge and the careful use of magic, she’d taken to shamelessly spying on her sister. The sight of her sibling’s bliss, listening to the rapturous wails of unabashed lust, and the scent of sex turned her on like nothing else ever had, yet simply masturbating to the pair wasn’t enough - not anymore.

Had she known that her hobby would become a virtual addiction, she would never have done it in the first place - alas, hindsight did nothing to address the issue. With each lascivious show she witnessed, her desires grew stronger and stronger. Using her hoof or magic was enough to quell her urges at first, rubbing herself as she watched the lovers, but that was no longer the case.

She eventually bought a sizable dildo, one that was comparable in size to Button’s stallionhood, in the hopes that it would scratch her amorous itch. The sex-toy did the trick for a time, particularly when she imagined that it was the colt himself she was fucking herself on, although that had only offered temporary relief. As time went on, her longing grew tainted by something insidious, something she tried and failed to deny - jealousy.

In short, the circumstances simply were fair! She’d been banished to the moon for a thousand years, having nothing and nopony to talk with - let alone fool around with, so why did her sister deserve to have such a capable, big-dicked stud? As if the situation wouldn’t have been frustrating enough in and of itself, she’d actually tried to get a coltfriend for herself, but she’d failed time and again.

Between her former banishment and playing second fiddle to her sibling, she’d found out that most stallions were intimidated by her! Though she’d done everything she could to make herself approachable, going so far as to attend public events and be friendly towards everypony, she hadn’t had the slightest bit of luck with romance. Slamming her hoof into the floor in annoyance, she threw her head back and fruitlessly groaned.

Ordinarily speaking, Button and Celestia were inseparable, being together at every waking hour, although they would be apart for the next week. With her sister away at a meeting of world leaders being held at Mount Aris, the colt would be left to his own devices for several days on end. Given that he wouldn’t have anypony to fool around with, it would be the perfect opportunity for…

“No…” she growled to herself.

While she had the perfect chance to at least try and have a little fun, she wasn’t about to jeopardize her relationship with her sister by playing a hoof in adultery - nevertheless, it was the only thing she could think of to get some much needed relief. As she turned her head and looked over to the molded length of silicone resting on her dresser, she scowled. Fucking herself might take the edge off, but it wouldn’t help in the grand scheme of things.

She glanced at one wall of her room and wondered what Button was up to. She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d crept into Celestia’s room to sleep, preferring the larger bed and the comforting scent of his mate, which didn’t sit well with her - not just because he had his own room, but because he might be lonely and scared without anypony to keep him company. With the corners of her lips turning up, she meandered to her door.

There certainly wouldn’t be any harm in checking in on him, if only for his sake, and she was sure her sister wouldn’t mind - if anything, Celesita might be happy to hear that she was being considerate. The late hour meant that the overwhelming majority of the castle’s staff weren’t present, at their homes for the night, so it was her duty to see how their young guest was doing. Telling herself that she’d behave, that she was simply going to check in on him, she trotted out of her room and into the hallway.

She slowed when she reached her sibling’s room, opened the door, and peeked inside. Though it was dark, she could barely make out something beneath Celestia’s sheets. She’d been right, Button was in her bed, so it was only right to make sure he was doing alright in his lover’s absence. As she slunk into the chamber, her eyes never wavered from the mattress.

Though a day had passed since Celestia’s departure, the smell of sweat and sex hung in the air. Stopping beside the mattress, having closed the door behind herself, she ground her thighs together as memories of what she’d seen came flooding back. She’d seen her sister and Button screwing like wild animals on the bed before her on numerous occasions, but this was the first time she’d been so close to where the magic actually happened.

Tensing as he groaned and rolled over, his head resting on one of the myriad of pillows, she held her breath. The last thing she needed was for him to wake up and find her looming over him, not for the least of which reasons being he’d probably be startled beyond measure. As she slowly backed away, her better judgment finally overpowering her bestial desires, a twitch below the covers caught her attention.

Under the blanket, roughly at the level of his waist, something tented the sheets. It didn’t take a genius to realize what she was looking at, having seen him excited on a number of occasions, but giving herself a peek couldn’t hurt anything ~ right? Shuffling to the end of the bed, she steeled her resolve and ignited her horn.

As the blanket was sorcerously drawn upward, she dipped her head and peered up the mattress at him. She’d expected that he was sleeping in the buff, yet the sight she beheld gave her a moment for pause. Her marehood seized, her nipples went erect, and her jaw practically hit the floor, while she gazed at his heavenly package.

“F…five more minutes,” he grumbled, spreading his hind legs.

She lifted her head and peeked up at his face to ensure he was still asleep, but she quickly brought her attention back to his groin. His ambrosial, stallionly musk wafted to her sinuses, dealing a crushing blow to her inhibitions. While she knew it was wrong, she couldn’t help but place a hoof on the mattress and slip her muzzle under the sheets.

Inch after inch, she stealthily crawled up the bed toward him. It was hard to put into words, but she couldn’t control herself! It was like a part of her needed to worship him, to lavish his godly package with all the praise it deserved, and the compulsion robbed her of common sense. She only drew to a halt when her snout was a hair’s breadth from his succulent, heavy nuts.

Drawing in the heady bouquet of his nethers, with her mouth watering, she caved to her impulses. Her tongue pressed past her lips and glided over his balls as her slavering marehood winked in anticipation. She would have felt bad about her actions, had she been able to think clearly - unfortunately for her and fortunately for her libido, she was too overwhelmed to care.

She tilted her head upward and licked the underside of his shaft. Between his sheer size, loveable personality, and unbridled virility, it was no wonder that her sister had fallen for such a magnificent little stud! Emboldened, reaching the tip of his length, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around him.

Sucking him off while he dozed was as naughty as it was titillating, but there was something she could do to make the experience all the more enjoyable. Calling upon her magic, she kneaded her aching sex with her sorcery. Up and down, forward and back, she fellated his gradually swelling stallionhood while getting herself off. Just by blowing him, she realized she wouldn’t last very long, sensing herself skyrocketing towards a climax, yet her enjoyment came with a cost.

Completely heedless to Button stirring, she stopped dead when the sound of a clearing throat caught her ear. With the head of his cock nearly at the back of her throat, her eyes flew open. Peering past his stomach and up his chest, she locked eyes with the colt. He may have just woken up, or possibly he’d been watching her for minutes - regardless, she’d been caught with her hoof in the cookie jar.

Button held the sheets upward and stared down at his crotch, having been shaken from his slumber by the most wondrous sensation. Celestia had woken him up with oral before, yet his waking mind failed to remember that she was gone. Seeing a pair of glimmering cyan eyes gazing up at him, his thoughts cleared just enough to tell him who’d joined him in bed.

“L…Luna?” he mumbled, rubbing one eye.

The mare threw herself back, freeing his length and letting it swing up to rest against his belly. “I…I…I can explain!”

Rolling over to his side and getting his hooves under himself, he groggily stood and turned to face her. He’d only been up for a minute, but he doubted she could come up with a reasonable explanation as to why she’d had his wiener in her mouth. As he looked up at her, seeing the beet red of her face even in the dim light, he frowned.

In a way, he actually felt bad for her. She didn’t have a coltfriend to keep her company, so far as he knew, and it wasn’t a secret that she’d had her eyes on him since he’d moved to the Canterlot castle. Almost every time they crossed paths, she’d fumble with her words, start blushing, and eventually scamper off - clear signs that she knew more about him and her sister than she was letting on. Remaining where he was, he seated himself and sighed.

“Well?” he began.

“I…I was - um - w…well, you see…” she stammered, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck.

He rolled his eyes and waved a hoof at his boner. “Lemme guess - you figured, since your sister is gone, you could have a bit of fun yourself…”

“N…no!” she squawked, suddenly looking away from him. “M…maybe…”

“Luna, you’re a good mare, but Celestia and I are in a relationship,” he groaned, rubbing his temple with a forehoof. “It wouldn’t be right for either of us to go off and have a fling behind the other’s back.”

Her shoulders slumped and her wings rested limply on her back, as she hung her head. “You don’t understand. Try as I might, I just can’t stop thinking about you! The way you make love to Celestia is inspiring beyond words, the sort of thing I’ve always yearned to experience myself, and being in heat has -”

“Heat?” he inquired, interrupting her. “You’re in heat?”

Wheeling around and giving him an unabashed view of her backside, she glowered over her shoulder at him. “Does it look like I’m in heat?”

Staring in awe at her nethers, he swallowed hard. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, she was definitely in heat - if she wasn’t, she was the horniest mare he’d ever seen. Her marehood was sopping wet, juices coated the inner part of her hind legs, and he could practically feel the warmth from her goods from over a foot away. As his stallionhood jerked and slapped against him, he glanced back to her face.

“Y…yeah,” he uneasily admitted, “it does look like you’re in rough shape.”

“Now do you understand why I did what I did?” she pressed, wheeling around to face him. “Given how capable you are with pleasing a mare, couldn’t you do me this one tiny favor?”

He averted his gaze. “I…I don’t know. Cele would be mad if we did anything without her knowing.”

“Oh I’ll tell her myself that we did it - if we do it,” Luna chuckled. “It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve shared a lover, and it -”

“Wait wait wait,” he cut her off, waving his forehooves. “You two are swingers?”

“There was a time when we were both much, much younger when we’d allow one another to give our respective coltfriends to one another,” she noted, her eyes never straying from his dick. “Taking the circumstances into account, I’m certain she wouldn’t be upset if I filled her role while she’s away.”

As tempting as the offer was, finding Luna almost as attractive as her sister, Button was reluctant to do anything sinful with the alicorn. Looking back at her, he drank in her features. Her toned physique was much different than Celestia’s, being almost athletic, and he had to assume she was far tighter than her sibling. As he mused about how good she’d be in bed, she inched closer and reached out with a forehoof.

“Would you please consider it,” she cooed, rubbing his chest. “Just imagine having rutted the two most powerful ponies in all of Equestria…”

He hated himself for it, but the idea of laying both of the sisters chipped away at his apprehension. Celestia loved Luna dearly, he was sure of that, so it made sense that she wouldn’t want her little sister to suffer. After eyeing her flank for a moment, he shifted his focus back to her face.

“If we do this and Celestia gets mad, you’re taking the blame for it,” he sternly asserted.

Taking another step toward him, she pushed him onto his back. “Gladly…”

Unsure of what she was doing, she made her intentions known in a flash. Stepping over him, she squatted down and brought her nethers toward his face. While she wasn’t sitting on him, something he very much enjoyed from Celestia, the presentation of her tush and dripping pussy got his blood pumping.

“Since you’re such a gracious stud, would you mind warming me up?” she hummed, rolling her hips forward and back. “It’s been a while and I’d hate to miss out on the treatment my sister has been getting…”

Instantly realizing what she was wanting, he sat up. She smelled a little different than Celestia, stronger and a bit more wild, but that was hardly a bad thing at all. As he drew a deep breath through his nose, his thoughts grew foggy. Though he had read about how mares in heat produced something called pheromones, stuff that was supposed to turn stallions on for when their bodies were ready to have a foal, he wasn’t sure if it was the unique fragrance, how needy and assertive Luna was, or some combination of the two that was clouding his judgment.

He opened his mouth, shot forward, and dragged his tongue between her lower lips, giving himself his first taste of her snatch. The exotic flavors that washed over his palate mirrored her bouquet, making him feel tingly all over. Reaching out and grabbing her fetlocks to hold himself steady, he lapped at her marehood.

“Nnnnnph,” Luna snorted, rocking back against his face. “Eager little thing ~ aren’t…”

Looking downward, she trailed off. His glorious, gargantuan dick was just beneath her, twitching and all but demanding her attention. It was a pity that he wasn’t taller, large enough so she could blow him, but she wasn’t totally out of options. She braced herself on one foreleg, brought her free forehoof to his tool, and surrounded his length with her aura. Giving him a hoof-job would be the least she could do to repay him for obliging her request, so that’s exactly what she did.

Drawing her hoof up his shaft, she marveled at his size. Even before her banishment, she’d never seen a pony as well-endowed as him - for pete’s sake, she’d seen dragons with smaller cocks than him! She slowed and continued stroking him with her magic, resting her hoof against his crotch to get a better gauge of just what she was in for. To her utter astonishment, now that he was fully hard, the crown of his stallionhood came to just below her elbow. The realization of just how huge he was didn’t scare her or deter her in the slightest - instead, it filled her with a crazed sort of glee.

The tongue lashing she gave him was just what she’d been hoping for, the perfect opening act for what would undoubtedly be a long, steamy, passionate night which would see them both weary and sore by morning. Expanding her magical grasp on his package, she gave his balls a tender squeeze. There was a very good chance he’d played with himself earlier at some point that day, but that didn’t bother her in the slightest; given the size of his cum-tanks, she was positive he had more than enough foal-batter stored away to give her one heck of a creampie.

Her magical strokes of his dick grew increasingly intense, coaxing pre-cum from his throbbing length while her passion soared. She would have thrown herself down and choked on him, stuffing her throat with his shaft, but she restrained herself. A twisted sliver of her former self exerted control, compelling her to make a stallion out of Button in a way her sister hadn’t. As she softly groaned and whimpered, letting him hear how much she was enjoying his efforts, he pulled back, held her flanks tightly, and jammed his snout into her.

His attack caught her completely off guard. Her eyes rolled back, a rope of saliva dangled from her chin, and a quake crept into her thighs, but she managed to keep herself from fully sitting on him. He was a fighter, a true stud, and he was doing his best to break and claim her for his own. With a snort of admiration, she clenched her depths around his muzzle and fixated her sorcery on the sensitive underside of his cock.

Unable to breathe, with his nose and mouth entombed within Luna’s velvety depths, Button moaned into her. This was nothing like his time with Celestia! The Princess, his Princess, was almost always affectionate and gentle with him, barring the rarer moments of unbridled passion, yet the same couldn’t be said about her sister. Younger, wilder, and far more aggressive than her sibling, the Princess of the Night tested him in every possible way.

He blindly tilted his head and licked at what he thought was her g-spot, earning a hushed whimper from above him. She was older than him, way stronger than him, and had gone so far as to sneak into his room to give him a blowjob, but he had an advantage over her. His time with Celestia had shown him what his stallionhood was capable of, how it could bring an alicorn mare to her knees with pleasure, and he was going to show Luna exactly how he’d won his mate over.

Though he did his darndest to make her climax, only pausing to get the occasional sip of air, he quickly realized it was a losing battle. His determination and best intentions could only carry him so far, but it wasn’t enough. Fitfully bucking his hips, nearing his limit, he flung his head back and patted her rump with a forehoof.

“T…timeout,” he bleated.

She slowed, her hoof and sorcery mercifully relenting, and she peeked back at him. “Is this not to your liking?”

“No - I mean, yes,” he sputtered, brushing his mane from his face. “It feels great, but I…I think there’s something we’d both like more than this.”

It was a gamble, but it bought him time to catch his breath and bring him back from the brink. If she presented herself for him, either laying down or bending over, he had a pretty good chance of flipping the tables on her - at least he was pretty sure he’d be able to flip the tables on her. One thing he’d learned from Celestia was that once he took charge, mounting her in any possible way, he tended to get the upper hoof - sure that may not work with Luna, but it was the best chance he had.

Going to push himself up, he was driven back into the bed by her magic. “You’re not gonna - oh…”

Trotting around to the end of the bed, she lowered her head and licked the glistening pre-cum from his dick. “You were saying?”

“N…nothing,” he stuttered, shaking his head.

Sleepily seeing her blowing him had been an amazing way to wake up, but it couldn’t beat the spectacle of her worshiping him. Keeping her eyes on his face, she swayed her hips from side to side and brought her wings forward. He adored such shows from Celestia, feeling spoiled beyond belief, but this was different - now he felt more like a plaything.

“Such a wondrous taste,” she mused, stroking her cheek on the side of his shaft. “It’s a shame my sister got to you first - then again, I suppose there’s nothing stopping an exquisite stud like yourself from having a royal harem.”

He cocked his head, unfamiliar with the word. “Harem?”

“A harem is when a stallion takes several mares for himself,” she explained, giving his length another lick. “Most stallions would be satisfied with a single mate, but some, especially those who are particularly virile, prefer to have a number of partners.”

His thoughts ran rampant, besieged by imaginings of sharing a bed with both Celestia and Luna. He could have happily lived the rest of his life with one Princess, yet the idea of having both to himself, siring heirs with the two of them, was immensely appealing. A quiet giggle shook him from the fantasy and brought his attention back to the alicorn praising him.

“Would you like that?” she pressed.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah, I would.”

Caressing him with the tips of her wings, she slipped a feather under his chin. “Of course you would ~ why wouldn’t you? Of course we’d need to get you a crown and -”

“And a throne?” he interjected.

She nodded and smirked. “And a throne.”

Reinvigorated, bolstered by the notion of sitting alongside the Princesses in the throne room, he brushed her wing aside. “Lay down for me.”

“I think not,” she chuckled as she stepped forward, moved over his hips, and lowered her rear. “Since you were gracious enough to let me spend the night with you, allow me to do most of the work…”

Seeing and feeling the head of his shaft kiss her marehood, he understood what she meant. It wasn’t uncommon for Celestia to take the lead in the bedroom, but she’d only ever ridden him once - even then, she’d only stayed on him for a minute or so before she begged him to plow her missionary. He may have been wrong - he hoped he was wrong, but something told him that Luna wasn’t going to be nearly as submissive as her sister.

“For such a splendid little Prince, I thought you’d enjoy the view,” she added, gliding her winking pussy over his crown.

“I - uh…” he numbly replied, staring down at his groin.

Holy heck - this was way, way hotter than it should have been. The almost black flesh of her succulent lower lips parting to reveal her pink interior was a sight he wouldn’t soon forget. As if the view of her goods wasn’t enough to inspire him, being able to see her modest bust, abs, and fluffy chest added fuel to the fires of his desire. Sitting up and pressing his forehooves to her inner thighs, he gave himself a closer look of what she had to offer.

“Well?” she purred. “Would this not - Mmmmmmn!”

He planted his hind hooves, flexed his legs, and drove his length into her, giving her just what she wanted. Quick to reciprocate, she gradually descended and impaled herself upon him. She took her time and savored him like a fine wine, relishing the sensation of each vein along his massive endowment, until she’d reached his medial ring. There was no way she wasn’t going to hilt him, but that could wait for just a bit longer.

She leaned in, placed her forehooves to either side of his head, and smiled down at him. “Comfortable, my Prince?”

Giving a curt nod, he peered up at her. “Y…yeah…”

Her smile broadened and her legs tensed. “Good…”

Having reached the head of his cock, she slammed her hips downward. By all the stars in the night sky - he felt amazing. Large enough to fill her entirely, to the point where it was slightly uncomfortable, his stallionhood was just as legendary as she hoped it would be. Teasing her entrance with the thick band of flesh near the base of his dick, she closed her eyes.

She could only imagine that this was what her sister had experienced on her first intimate time with him. Some would argue that having a tryst with somepony as young as him was wrong, that he was innocent, but she couldn’t have cared less about such opinions. Her earlier comment about him being a stud was true, more than simply flattery, and she was going to do everything in her power to convince her sister to regularly share him with her.

“So good,” she whispered.

While she hadn’t anticipated him taking a more active role, she was overjoyed when he braced his legs and bucked into her. His first thrust was amateurish, out of sync with her movements, but he got her timing down quickly enough. Driving his hips up to meet her downward plunges, he railed her from below and made the experience all the more enjoyable.

As seconds passed dragged by, her pace quickened. Her hooves, magic, and sex-toys seemed almost laughably inadequate compared to the real thing, making her regret not approaching him sooner. It wasn’t long until she was chasing a climax, flinging herself headlong at the relief she so desperately craved, but things took an unexpected turn. Feeling him shift and press a forehoof to her cheek, she looked down at him.

He turned her head to fully face her, closed his eyes, and locked lips with her. The affectionate gesture wrought devastation upon her and sent her sailing into a maelstrom of ecstasy. Her body shuddered and rebelled against her, her depths spasmed, and a torrent of nectar erupted around his pistoning stallionhood, but he wasn’t done with her - no, he’d only just started.

Button drove his tongue into her muzzle and continued rutting her, unbothered that his lower half had been drenched by her orgasmic juices. Though his position didn’t make it easy to screw her, he was going to do everything he could to give her what she wanted. He wouldn’t pretend to understand how hard it must have been for her, to suffer through solitude while her own sister had found love, but he genuinely did feel bad for her.

It was only when she started to come down, her quivering trailing off, that he pulled back and gazed into her eyes. “Lean back.”

With a faltering nod, she did as he asked. Unsteadily sitting up and reclining, she threw her forelegs and wings back to support herself. It was exceptionally rare for her to take orders from anypony, even her sister, yet there had been something about his tone that demanded she obey. As she repositioned her hind legs, leaving her kneeling on him, she looked down her chest at him.

“Like this?” she softly inquired.

He pushed himself back up and ran his forehooves up her thighs and to her groin. “That’s perfect - now get ready.”

“G…get ready for - Gah!” she brayed as he started pounding into her.

In the blink of an eye, any advantage she’d held over him was erased. Not only was he deeper than he had been minutes prior, but the angle of his thrusts hit every sensitive area in her depths - if that wasn’t bad enough, he tenderly twisted and pulled on her sensitive nipples while he jackhammered into her. It should have been impossible for anypony, let alone a mere colt, to dominate her in such a fashion, yet his technique, immense stallionhood, and raw passion could not be denied.

Undone by her hubris, she was helpless to stop his onslaught. She’d merely wanted to show him a good time, to prove her worth as a lover, yet he’d bested her with perilously little effort. As much as she would have liked to reciprocate his affection, it was all she could do to hold herself steady - even then, it was no easy task.

The slight change of their positioning was, in a word, perfection. His medial ring crushed her g-spot, his stallionhood laid siege to her womb, and his hooves tweaked her teats, leaving her teetering on the edge of rapturous oblivion. Though she wasn’t consciously aware of it, still grappling with the concept of being bested by a colt, her body responded to the amorous assault in the only way it knew how.

Deep within her abdomen, her reproductive system went into overdrive. Not one but two fertile eggs drifted down and waited to fulfill their purpose, while her inner gate threatened to yield. Her mind went alight with visions of herself heavy with foal, her belly distended and breasts engorged with milk, while she needily catered to her little stud’s every amorous need. She had no control of it, but the fantasies sent her into an absolute frenzy and imbued her with a strength she didn’t know she had.

She flexed her wings, lifted her waist, and began hammering herself upon him. Regardless of whether or not this was the only intimate encounter she got to have with him, she wasn’t going to be satisfied until he’d pumped every drop of his rich, potent seed straight into her foal-factory. He glanced up at her, the knowing smirk on his muzzle telling her he was pleased with her efforts, and continued reshaping her insides to suit his needs.

“T…thank you!” she blared, her royal Canterlot voice shaking the very foundation of the spire. “Thank you, thank you, thankyou, thankyou…”

Her babbling went on without end, heaping praise and adulation upon him for his generosity and simply for being as incredible as he was. Adding weight to her words, her body became a blur of motion. She clamped around his pulsing shaft with every ascent, while relaxing and slamming down upon him with every downward stroke. If he minded her savage, almost frantic ministrations, he gave no sign - on the contrary, he thrust up to meet her with a force that stood in defiance of his diminutive frame.

Darned if Button knew what had gotten into Luna, but he found himself absolutely smitten. The younger alicorn had a number of things Celestia didn’t; energetic, enthusiastic, and not afraid to take what she wanted, the Princess of the Night was a foil to her sibling. He’d been hesitant at first, not wanting to anger his regal lover, but that concern was eclipsed by a new desire - finding a way to have both royals as mates.

Humping away at her with reckless abandon, pushing his body to its limit. While Luna was slightly smaller and lighter than her large, curvaceous sister, rutting her was far from easy. He was only barely able to make her move with his thrusts before she drove him down and into the mattress with her every plunge. The bad news was that he was going to wear himself out before long, but the good news was that it was gratifying as all get-out to see her in the throes of ecstasy.

She quaked and came to a halt every time she climaxed, which happened nearly a half-dozen times before he started to reach his limit. He may have been small, but his time with Celestia had tempered him and enhanced his endurance beyond that of any ordinary colt - that and he was genuinely starting to believe his stallionhood was a gift from heaven. As he flared within Luna, his length pulsing in tune with his thundering heart, he hauled her down and gave one final, unstoppable thrust.

The moment his cock sank into her womb, erupting like a geyser, Luna wailed out in bliss. Her world, everything she’d come to hold dear, faded away and was replaced with a new purpose. There was no way she wouldn’t end up pregnant after this night, feeling and relishing every shot of seed painting her deepest depths, and she took comfort in having a new purpose to be.

Launching herself forward, she draped herself on him and mewled. Her wishes had been fulfilled in more ways than one, and there was nothing she could do to properly repay him for the gift he’d given her. With his softening length still sheathed within her, she ground her body against him and coated him in her sweat.

Pinned to the bed beneath her, Button hugged her torso and kissed her chest. He wasn’t sure what was better - the fact that he’d managed to bed a second Princess or that she seemed genuinely appreciative of his time and erotic efforts. Wiggling his head to the side, he only attempted to escape when he discovered it was actually kind of hard to breathe.

“S…sorry,” she rasped, pushing herself up and off of him. “If…if you don’t mind, I have a request.”

He quirked a brow up at her. “A request.”

“Can I - um - can I clean you off?” she bashfully asked, her face reddening.

It took everything he had not to laugh, but he managed to simply smile and wave at his groin. “Knock yourself out.”

Shakily standing, allowing his semi-rigid stallionhood to slip from her tender marehood, she backed up, flopped to the mattress, and pressed her face to his endowment. Licking the cocktail of cum and her juices from his length felt like the perfect way to finish things, though she would bet every bit in the royal coffers that they wouldn’t be getting sleep anytime soon. Gazing up at him, past his shaft, she snickered to herself.

“Would you like to go another round in the shower?” she hummed.

Bringing his forehooves behind his head, enjoying the show, he gave a small nod. “Yeah, that’d be nice…”

There was still a lot to do, including having Luna send a scroll to her sister to proclaim what she’d done, but that wasn’t a pressing issue. If he knew Celestia as well as he thought he did, his lover wouldn’t be angry with him. Leaning heavily on his intuition, he wondered what the future would be like now that he had a pair of Princesses who pine for his attention.

Epilogue

Yawning and wriggling beneath the sheets, awoken by the light of dawn playing over his face, Button opened his eyes. “Morning…”

“And a fine good morning to you too, my sweet Prince,” Celestia lovingly whispered, pulling him to her bosom.

He kissed her neck and shifted his gaze downward as she embraced him. The past four months had been a very wild ride, yet he was pleased with how things were shaping up. Celestia was growing bigger by the day, putting on weight as their foal grew within her, and she had blossomed into a paragon of maternal beauty. Pushing himself back ever so slightly, he hungrily gazed at her engorged bosoms.

“Go ahead,” she tittered, shifting fully to her back while splaying her legs. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

Shuffling in reverse, he crawled atop her and buried his face in her mountainous cleavage. Her impending motherhood made her sexier than ever, something he hadn’t thought possible, though it came with a catch; driven by her raging hormones, her libido had grown stronger and stronger since he’d moved in. He shifted and latched onto her right teat, earning a pleased hum from his big, alabaster lover.

“Be sure to pace yourself, my little stud,” a familiar voice purred as a pair of dark wings crept around his shoulders.

As he glanced over his shoulder and spotted Luna behind him, he swallowed a mouthful of creamy milk. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t forget about you.”

“I’d certainly hope not,” Luna playfully huffed, backing away and turning to the side. “Considering this is your fault, I’m going to hold you accountable for my marish needs.”

His eyes wandered over the young Princess and drank in her every feature. Even if he hadn’t put a bun in her oven after the first time they’d fooled around, the almost non-stop night of passion they’d shared had ensured she was just as knocked up at her sister. Though she wasn’t as overly gravid as Celestia, it wouldn’t be long until her pregnancy was as obvious as her sibling’s.

“Showoff,” Celestia softly snorted, levitating him and carrying him to her bosom.

Calling upon her magic, Luna frowned and surrounded the colt with her cobalt aura. “Sister, it’s only fair that you allow him to see me off to sleep. It’s been a long night and I’m in desperate need of some relief.”

The elder alicorn’s expression softened and her sorcerous grip of Button waned. “As you wish, Sister.”

Ponderously rolling to her side and off the bed, Celestia grunted as she got to her hooves. Only somepony who was blind or ignorant wouldn’t be able to tell she was expecting by looking at her. Her distended stomach hung beneath her, her bosoms had grown so large that they pressed her thighs apart, and her ordinarily generous backside had filled out considerably. As she trudged to the bathroom to make herself ready for the day, she peeked back at her sibling.

“Do be gentle with him,” she sighed.

Carrying Button over to herself, Luna snickered like an excited schoolfilly. “No promises…”

Button reached up, caressed her cheek, and deeply kissed her as soon as was within reach. Though he’d grown up reading fantasy stories, he would never have guessed he’d be lucky enough to get to live what he could only describe as a fairytale life. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, the most powerful ponies in all of Equestria, had struck an accord and agreed to share him as a lover.

He was sure his disbelief from having a pair of alicorns as mates would fade in time, likely after their foals were born, yet the thought always managed to make him smile. His days were as carefree as he could have ever hoped, being able to do virtually anything he pleased within the castle or Canterlot, and he was happier than he’d ever been. Shaken from his thoughts by the sensation of Luna’s tongue in his mouth, he gently pulled back and pecked the young Princess’ nose.

“You said you needed some relief?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows at her.

She tittered excitedly and eased him down to the floor next to her. “You have no idea. My hooves are sore, I had an odd craving for pickles and ice cream earlier, and I simply can’t get you off my mind,” she lamented, casting herself onto the bed.

Eyeing her juicy flanks, he flexed his groin and smacked his stallionhood to his underbelly. “Well don’t worry, Daddy will make you feel all better…”

As strange as it was to consider, the biggest and only concern in his life was tending to his lovers, but that hadn’t always been the case. Months prior, when speculation about Celestia being pregnant had started to spread, he’d had a long, thorough discussion with the Princesses - all of the Princesses. Seeing as how it wouldn’t be long until the cat was out of the bag, the four alicorns had convened to discuss how to address the situation.

To his relief, Cadance and Twilight had been extremely supportive of Luna and Celestia, unbothered in the slightest that they’d taken him as their live-in stud - still, all the moral support in the world wouldn’t deal with the public. After several hours of discussion, bouncing ideas around, the royals had settled on a plan that was as simple as it was elegant. Celestia and Luna would publicly announce that they would soon be mothers, yet they were to keep the identity of the father a secret.

He’d thought the idea was crazy at first, assuming the masses would demand to know who the mysterious stud who’d sired foals with the Princesses was, yet the scheme had worked without a hitch. Everypony was simply happy that the alicorns had found love and were carrying on their lineage after millennia of being single - that said, there were a small number of ponies who eyed him with suspicion. In the end, with the quartet of alicorns working in concert to assure the public that he was nothing more than a confidant in training, the exact nature of his relationship with his lovers was covered up quite handily.

It was a well known fact that the Princesses occasionally took in young ponies of exceptional talent to train for important roles. Seeing as how it had been several generations since a stallion held a prominent position, what with mares outnumbering stallions almost five-to-one, it only made sense that the public was joyful about what would be a stellar career for him - little did he know, he’d be filling more than just a job. Musing on how things may change when he got older, he was snapped by his thoughts when he heard a tender coo.

“I’m waiting,” she cooed, extending her wings down her body to spread her marehood open.

The bed creaked and nearly sent him flying, as Celestia flung herself onto the mattress beside her sister. “I’m sure the guards won’t mind if I’m a little late this morning,” she hummed, mirroring her sibling and presenting herself.

Button turned his head from side to side and stared at the pair. He may not have many traditional concerns in life, but taking care of his lovers and making sure they were satisfied was a job only he could fulfill. Trotting up to them with his stallionhood getting harder by the second, he glanced to their faces and beamed.

“Alright,” he snickered, “who wants first…”