Stepping off the lift and onto the top floor of the luxurious hotel, May wasn’t sure what was more shocking: the fact that she’d been called for a private engagement with someone so important or that she hadn’t been stopped by a single time since entering the building. In her line of work, it was unheard of for someone not to have a detail of security details or elite soldiers, so it felt bizarre that she hadn’t seen a single bodyguard. Stopping at an intersection, she pulled a neatly folded note from her pocket.
Room 818
She knit her brow and looked to her left, in the direction of the suite she was looking for, before taking a breath to collect herself and carrying on. Since she’d been given perilously little time to prepare, having been handed the message just as she was about to finish her shift, the only things she carried with her were her camera and her growing anxiety. As she came to a stop before a penthouse door, she reached out and gave a knock to announce herself.
“The door’s open,” a voice called out from inside.
Only hesitating for a moment, reluctant to enter but not wishing to offend her would-be host, May slowly exhaled, turned the knob, and saw herself inside. As she’d expected, the room was absolutely lavish. A moderately sized foyer opened into an expansive den with an incredible view of the city, though there was no sign of whom had summoned her. Pressing onward and closing the door behind herself, she stopped when the sound of approaching heels clicking on the floor crept to her ear.
She’d dealt with all manner of celebrities and political figures over the years, including the odd prince or princess visiting from foreign nations, although the regal, majestic creature before her was unlike anyone she’d ever met. Impossibly tall, at least eight feet in height, and with a physique that was a flawless blend of powerful muscle and feminine appeal, her host smiled down at her with brilliant, magenta eyes. Reflexively sinking to one knee, she bowed her head.
“Your majesty,” she breathed.
It had been nearly a decade since the portals to Equestria had opened, yet it felt like it had been days at most. Though scientists had studied it for years, nobody had a clear answer as to how their world had been linked to another. Lifting her head and peeking up at the gargantuan beauty before her, she couldn’t help but smile.
Equestria was similar to Earth in some ways, sharing a breathable atmosphere, comparable series of ecosystems, and the wonder of life, but it was different in many, many ways. Instead of humans being the dominant race of the planet, the world was occupied by sapient, bipedal equines known as ponies - a self-imposed name. Their land was ruled by a monarchical system consisting of a number of Princesses, of which she was in the presence of the oldest, largest, and most powerful.
Leaning forward and offering a hand, Celestia smirked down at her. “Come now, there’s no need for such formalities. You are my guest!”
“T…thanks,” May sputtered, blushing as the Princess’ helped her stand.
Celestia was an absolute titan and what her kind referred to as an alicorn. Having the wings of a pegasi and the horn of a unicorn, both individual races in and of themselves, she was the embodiment of her people. With a long, iridescent mane and tail, snow white coat, and a figure that would put most super models to shame, the Princess was unmistakable amongst her own kind and stuck out like a giant on the occasions she visited Earth.
Withdrawing and lowering her hand, May fidgeted in place. “You asked me to come pay you a visit?”
Seeing her pull the small note from her pocket, Celestia softly chuckled. “Indeed I did, and I’m glad you brought that camera of yours…”
Glancing down at the camera hanging from her neck, she reflexively snuck a glance over to the alicorn’s groin. Adorned in a long, gorgeous snow-white gown with platinum and gold trim, Celestia would have drawn eyes wherever she strode. As attractive as the Princess was, there was something she’d noticed at the meeting she’d been attending earlier, something that she honestly couldn’t say that anyone had ever spotted before - a distinct but nearly imperceptible bulge lurking under the colossus’ dress.
“I thought you had cameras in Equestria?” she quipped, craning her head to look up at her host’s face.
Celestia gave a small nod and remained where she stood. “We do, though we don’t have any as impressive as those on Earth.”
Expecting the Princess to give an explanation as to why she was called upon, she shifted uneasily and cleared her throat. “Do - um - do you want to see it?”
“I’m not as interested in the camera as I am the one who’s currently holding it,” Celestia murmured, lifting a hand and bringing a finger under her chin. “Correct me if I’m mistaken, but you seemed to be quite interested in me, specifically a certain part of me, earlier today…”
The blood in her veins ran cold, her stomach twisted into a knot, and her heart skipped a beat. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Celestia smirked and gave her a small wink as she reached down and patted the fabric over her groin. “Oh I think you know exactly what I’m talking about…”
With her jaw flapping uselessly, unable to make a sound, her mind began to race. Fuck. Fuck! If she’d had the slightest idea that she’d be caught with her hand in the cookie jar, closely inspecting the alicorn from afar, she wouldn’t have dared do anything so impulsive and self-serving. At best, now that the demigod ruler of Equestria knew she’d been eyeing her, she’d be made a fool of - at worst, she’d lose her job and her career would be over!
Averting her gaze, she hung her head. “I’m…I’m sorry. I know this is going to sound silly, but I thought I saw something rubbing the inside of your dress…”
“Why would that be silly?” Celestia smoothly countered.
She shrugged as she peeked up at the alicorn. “Because it’s impossible and it doesn’t make any sense. As far as I know, mares don’t have anything - you know, down there…”
“Ordinary mares don’t, you’re correct,” the Princess stated, maintaining her tranquil disposition, “although I’m not an ordinary mare ~ am I?”
“I…what?” she croaked in disbelief.
Patting her shoulder, Celestia turned, walked over to the sofa, and waved for her to follow. “In my world, there are mares and stallions, females and males, but there are a rare third class amongst my kind; we call them futanari.”
“Futanari?” she repeated, unfamiliar with the alien word.
“Or futas for short,” the Princess continued, peeking over her shoulder at her. “Just as alicorns are a combination of earth ponies, unicorns, and pegasi, futas have attributes of both stallions and mares - namely in the equipment department; for all intents and purposes, they appear female but have male genitalia.”
With the implication of the alicorn’s words sinking in, she swallowed hard. “And you’re a futa?”
“I would answer that directly, but I believe I’d rather you come over here and solve that little mystery yourself,” Celestia snickered, reclining against one corner of the couch while resting one leg along its length.
May took a timid step forward then immediately stepped back, at a loss by the breakneck, wholly unprofessional turn of events. “You…you want me to look under your dress?”
“More than simply look, I should hope,” the alicorn sighed, running a hand over her thigh. “I’ll be frank, May, I find you quite alluring. Your full breasts, that luscious, fiery hair of yours, your twinkling emerald eyes, those cute little freckles of yours - all told, you’re very attractive for one of your kind.”
The stress from minutes before was eclipsed by embarrassment, practically forcing her to turn her head and hide the blush creeping into her cheeks. “You’re just saying that…”
“I’m not ~ if I was, would I have invited you here for this private exchange?” Celestia asked.
Shaking her head, she summoned the courage to lift her gaze and peer over at the Princess. “No…no, I guess you wouldn’t have.”
The alicorn nodded as her eyes wandered up and down her body, drinking in her curves. “By chance, are you single?”
“I am,” she responded. “Why do you -”
“Because I’d like to claim you,” Celestia interrupted. “In all the time that our worlds have been connected, I’ve never had a human catch my eye the way you have. Considering you have at least some interest in me, I thought we could enjoy a cultural exchange.”
Shying away, all but physically stricken by how brazen her host was, she held a hand to her bosom. “Like a date?”
“In a sense. You see I’m a Princess, one of the four rulers of my people, and my position comes with a number of benefits. In olden times, I could have claimed any mare I wished, be they in a relationship or not, though I would hardly do something so uncouth to anyone,” the Princess explained. “I say that because, if you were interested, I’d like to share my bed with you.”
Her eyes shot to the alicorn’s nethers, drawn by something massive twitching against the fabric. There was no doubt about it, the Princess was hiding a secret - a damn big secret from the looks of it. With her curiosity piqued and growing more aroused by the second, she crept closer to her host and stopped several feet away.
“And…” she gulped. “And you want me to look under your dress?”
“Actually,” Celestia grunted, placing her feet on the ground and pushing herself up, “I’d prefer you remove it entirely. If my little hunch is right about you, I won’t be needing my clothes for long anyways…”
There’d been very, very few moments in her life when she’d found herself at a loss for words, but be damned if this wasn’t one of them. In spite of her inability to think, barely able to form a coherent thought, she stared at the tent rising between Celestia’s thighs. The Princess, while polite and congenial, had gone straight for the throat and told her exactly why she’d been invited over.
Placing a hand on her hip, Celestia brushed her mane away from her face. “While I can understand your reluctance, there’s no need to be so reserved - after all, I know you’re aroused…”
Aghast, she gawked up at the Princess’ face. “H…how?”
Celestia tapped a finger to her nose and winked. “I can smell it - in fact, I wouldn’t be mistaken if your panties are slightly moist.”
Called out for the second time over a matter of minutes, she subconsciously ground her thighs together. She felt certain that she could leave if she wanted to, politely declining the alicorn’s amorous offer, but she saw little sense in it - sure, she hadn’t expected anything even remotely sexual to happen, wearing her work clothes and foregoing a shower, although she wasn’t about to pass on a once in a lifetime opportunity with the most ravishing pony in Equestria. She came to a decision on the spot, cast her inhibitions to the wind, and removed the camera from around her neck.
“If it’s ok, do you mind if I take a few pictures of you?” she meekly inquired. “I swear I’ll never share them with anyone.”
Leaning forward, Celestia waggled her eyebrows. “You may, but only if I get a few photos of you in return - you know, as a keepsake of our mutual exploration…”
May stepped over and set her camera on the coffee table before turning her full attention back to the alicorn. Fuck it - given how candid Celestia was, it would have been impossible for her to not oblige such a request. Stepping around and behind the Princess, she reached up, grabbed the zipper at the back of her host’s dress and pulled it down.
She was pleasantly surprised that the alicorn wasn’t wearing a bra - not because she particularly cared about the stifling undergarment but because of how large Celestia’s bust was. As the gown parted and fell down the Princess’ body, revealing a sculpted back and full hips, she stiffened when the article drifted down her host’s thighs. Though she still couldn’t see the titan’s naughty bits, an ambrosial, almost intoxicating aroma wafted to her sinuses.
Leaning forward, drawn in by the enticing scent, she was stopped when Celestia reached back and delicately pressed a finger to her forehead. What was she thinking? The Princess had been nude for less than a minute, and she’d been moments from indulging her libido. Forcing herself to straighten up, she rubbed the back of her neck.
“Sorry…” she softly apologized.
Celestia watched her from over her shoulder and smiled. “It’s quite alright. Would you like for me to undress you or would you rather do it yourself.”
After unbuttoning the side of her skirt and letting the garment fall to the floor, she grabbed her shirt and began pulling it up and over her head. Ordinarily speaking, she would never strip for someone she’d only met face-to-face minutes ago - then again, the circumstances were anything but ordinary. Tossing her blouse to the side, she reached behind herself and went to unclasp her bra.
“If I may be so bold, I’d like to save the grand reveal until after you’ve had a good look at me,” Celestia remarked, prompting her to stop dead in her tracks. “I’d hate for you to lose interest in - well, all of what I have to offer.”
“R…right,” May whispered.
Having only seen the alicorn’s bare back and amazing tush, she would have been comfortable showing herself off, but she was getting ahead of herself. Walking around the Princess, she made a concerted effort to keep her eyes on the floor. It was only after she’d strolled several feet past the giantess did she look up and allow herself to see what Celestia had been hiding.
Her jaw practically hit the floor, her nipples went rock hard, and the depths of her pussy spontaneously clenched when she fully understood what her host had meant. Hanging from Celestia’s groin and nearly down to her knee, covered in vivid pink flesh, was the biggest, fattest cock she’d ever laid eyes on. Literally and figuratively hung like a horse, having an endowment like that of an equine, the Princess flexed her groin and set her length to bob in the open air.
“Is it to your liking?” Celestia inquired. “I know it’s a bit different than what humans have, bigger and somewhat more bestial, but I hope it’s not too intimidating.”
The logical part of May’s mind clung to the word intimidating, knowing at a glance for her to do anything other than look at such a monstrous appendage would be virtually suicidal, yet her welling lust compelled - no, demanded she get a closer look. Beholden to her impulses, she fell to her knees in veneration and shuffled over to the towering behemoth.
She’d always heard that certain situations would have people lose control of themselves, acting purely on instinct, though she’d never given such a thing much thought - now, kneeling before what she could only describe as a godly endowment, she knew that the sayings were true. Raising one arm, she glided her hand under the drooping stallionhood and shivered as the velvety flesh ran over her palm. Holy hell - the Princess’ shaft was so massive that it hung under its own weight!
Breathing in more of the divine musk radiating from the alicorn’s nethers, she trembled and set her sights on the pair of gargantuan balls hanging behind Celestia’s semi-rigid length. Each massive testicle was as large as a melon, almost absurdly large, and she had no doubt that the Princess could knock up any mare she chose several times over with a single cum shot. Moments from burying her face in the redolent folds between her host’s cock and coin purse, she started when a giggle crept to her ear.
“You’re much more eager than I thought you’d be,” Celestia cooed, motioning for her to stand. “I assure you, you’ll get as much personal time with me as you like after you finish undressing.”
Bolting to her feet, she practically tore off her bra and wiggled out of her panties. With the way things were headed, it only made sense that she got out of her clothes - that and it was only fair that she showed herself fully to the Princess. As she slowly turned in place, extending her arms to either side, it was difficult for her not to the alicorn’s gradually swelling dick.
Celestia shamelessly fondled one of her tits and delicately twisted her nipple, drinking in the view. “Very, very nice. Would you like to continue where you left off?”
All but flinging herself at the Princess, she fell to her knees and brought both hands up to her host’s weighty nuts. “Y…yes…”
“I must warn you,” Celestia demurely continued, peering down past her considerable bust, “once I get started, I hold nothing back. If you wish to be my mate for tonight, there’s a distinct chance that no human would ever be able to satisfy you.”
Though she was vaguely aware of what the alicorn had said, she was too worked up to care. Celestia’s size, endowment, cool but imperious demeanor, and the intoxicating bouquet filling her sinuses made it impossible for her to do anything but submit. A part of her knew it was wrong, that she was acting like a drunken, horny frat girl, but she couldn’t have cared less.
Cradling one giant cum-tank in each hand, she turned her head and drew her tongue up the hanging length of cock. Wild, unfamiliar flavors bathed her palate and sent a thrilled shiver up her spine. She wasn’t a virgin by any means, having slept with a number of guys throughout high school and college, yet being with a creature so profound, so awe-inspiring made her feel like it was her first time being intimate with someone.
Gliding her fingers through her hair, Celestia hummed contentedly above her. “You never answered my question?”
She peeked up but didn’t withdraw, continuing to slowly lick and venerate the Princess. “Wha…”
“Is it to your liking?” Celestia repeated.
“Y…yesh,” she slurred, drooling from both ends.
Yielding to her lecherous urges, she groaned and sank her tongue into her host’s sheath. She knew about Equestrian stallions’ biology, that their equipment was more like an equine’s than a human’s and that they were supposedly incredible in bed, although this was her first time actually experiencing one first hand. While the Princess was polite, charming, and beautiful, her equipment was brutal in size and spoke to the most primal portions of her id.
As she lavished Celestia’s endowment, her legs parted. She’d spent many nights languishing over being single, but she was now fortunate that she didn’t have a partner. Lowering one arm, she reached between her thighs and sank two fingers into her slavering cunt. Dipping her head and leaning down, she brought her face to the fist-sized tip of the alicorn’s shaft and gave it a kiss.
Celestia’s cock was as long and as thick as her arm, comparable to something a farm animal would have, yet its imposing size did nothing to deter her zeal. Driving a third and fourth finger into herself, stretching her sex open, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She couldn’t say how she’d be able to suck off someone so obscenely hung, nor of her pussy would be able to accommodate the behemoth that was the Princess’ cock, but she’d be damned if she was going to throw in the towel.
She looked up and into Celestia’s eyes as she reclined and hefted the massive shaft to her face. There was only one way for her to find out how well she could blow a futa, and it didn’t involve her worrying about little details of their compatibility. Managing to work the blunt head of dick into her maw, she wrapped her lips around the she-stud’s shaft and moaned.
Slipping her hand to the back of her head, preventing her from escaping, Celestia gnawed her bottom lip. “Allow me to help…”
No sooner did the Princess finish speaking than she gave a mighty thrust of her hips. Her eyes shot wide, her throat bulged outward, and she was robbed of all air as almost two feet of cock was forced down her gullet. She was lucky that she’d just taken a breath, because she was suddenly and quite literally choking on dick.
Squaring her stance and holding her head, Celestia rolled her hips back and freed several inches of her shaft. “I’ll do all the - Mmmph - work, so you can enjoy yourself.”
Rocking back from a second plunge of the alicorn’s stallionhood, she felt her eyes water - still, despite the intensity and discomfort of her struggling jaw, she’d never been more turned on. She never spoke about it - hell, she’d never told anyone about it, but she’d always fantasized about having someone use her in such a demeaning fashion. Grabbing the Princess’ muscular ass with one hand, she virtually fisted herself while her face was fucked.
To call Celestia rough would be a disservice, but she wasn’t wholly without remorse. Easing up every few plunges, just enough to let her get a sip of air, the titan used her throat like a sex toy. Even if she’d wanted to stop the Princess, there was nothing she could have done. She was smaller, weaker, and lacked any magic whatsoever, so she did the only reasonable thing she could do under the circumstances - she feverishly got herself off.
The alicorn’s normally affectionate expression steadily shifted and took on a stern, almost predatory air as she continued bucking her hips. It would have been scary to get face-fucked by someone so much larger than herself, but the savagery of it all overshadowed her rationality. She was a woman, the Princess was a towering, sublimely domineering she-stud, and it was her place to serve such a carnal goddess.
Saliva dribbled down from her chin, tears streaked her makeup, and her lipstick smeared the stallionhood pistoning past her lips, yet each plunge brought her closer to release. Though she abhorred abuse of any kind, she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t fantasized about being with a lover of Celestia’s caliber. As the alicorn grunted and set her jaw, rutting her without the slightest shred for her well-being, she came.
Her back arched and climactic nectar gushed from her quivering snatch, but Celestia didn’t slow - if anything, the Princess went harder and faster than ever. Switching to rubbing her clit, giving her spasming depths a moment’s reprieve, she drove herself to a second, then a third orgasm in short order. Even at her best, when she was feeling particularly amorous, the most she’d ever been able to do was cum two times in rapid succession, making the onslaught of bliss all the more magical.
With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, sputtering and gagging around Celestia’s shaft, she gradually lost herself. She was nothing more than a toy, an outlet for such a powerful, otherworldly creature, and accepting that fact elevated her rapture into the stratosphere. Though it was insane of her to dwell on it, realizing the chances of it happening were slim and none, she yearned to find a lover as capable, stunning, and big-dicked as the Princess.
Mired in a blissful haze, losing track of time, she eventually snapped from her stupor as the Princess snarled through gritted teeth. The pulsing of the length in her throat, seeing the alicorn’s balls draw up to her groin, and the absolutely breakneck pace could only mean one thing - Celestia had reached her limit. Throwing her arms forward and clutching the alicorn’s ass, pulling the woman in, she was rewarded for her devotion by a loud roar from her host.
Her stomach churned and gurgled as pint after pint of spunk was pumped into her. The mere victory of having earned the Princess’ essence was enough to make her cum without so much as touching herself, though her orgasm paled in comparison to Celestia’s. Her belly swelled and distended, stretching taut under what felt like nearly a gallon of she-stud jizz before her host’s climax finally began to subside.
Stepping back and hauling her length clear, Celestia grabbed her stallionhood and painted her face with the final few shots of cum. Her face and hair were coated, seed leaked from her nose and out of her mouth, and she was so filled that she could be mistaken for pregnant, but she was overjoyed to be marked in such a way. As she wiped impossibly thick jizz from her eyes and cleared her throat, she looked out and came to a stunning realization.
Celestia hadn’t softened in the slightest. Just as large and hard as ever, throbbing and slickened with a cocktail of spunk and saliva, the Princess’ stallionhood was just as hard as it had ever been. She could have stopped things there, asking to use the shower before excusing herself to go home, although she was stricken by a wild need for more.
As if sensing her intentions, Celestia nodded over to the bed. “If you’re so inclined, lay down and spread your legs for me. I want to see that pretty face of yours when I breed you.”
She pushed herself up in the blink of an eye and stumbled over to the mattress. If her throat had been able to endure the rutting of a Princess, her pussy could too ~ right? Throwing herself onto the bed, she rolled onto her back and invitingly lifted her legs. Yeah, after Celestia was done with her, there was no possible way she could go back to sleeping with humans ever again.
Stepping over and grabbing her ankles, Celestia spread her legs. “Are you ready?”
The sensation of the bloated cock-head against her entrance was daunting to say the least, but she nodded up at her lover all the same. She was fully aware that it would probably be uncomfortable to have herself stretched open by something so huge, and that there was a very real chance that it would ruin her for anything but Equestrians from that point forward, yet that was a small price to pay for getting rutted by a Princess. As the pressure on her sex steadily mounted, she slowly exhaled and did what she could to relax.
She’d hoped Celestia would take it slow, gradually breaking her in and allowing her to adjust after the initial intrusion, but she was wrong. Faster than she could think or her body could react, the alicorn forced nearly half of her length into her. With her mouth hanging open in a silent scream, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of being filled so swiftly and mercilessly, the she-stud started to fuck her in earnest.
The hardest she’d ever been screwed had been one time in college when she’d been able to sweet-talk a drunken football player back to her room, yet that experience was downright gentle compared to the alicorn’s treatment of her. Involuntary writhing and howling out, she pawed at the bedsheets while her insides were rearranged. Balanced on her shoulders, she drove her hips up to accept more of the titan’s length.
“There we - Mmmmm - are,” Celestia hummed, leaning forward and resting her knees on her shoulders. “How does it feel…?”
“A…Amazing!” she brayed.
The Princess propped herself on her elbows and caressed her stomach. “Just imagine when I fill your womb and claim you as my little pet…”
Lifting her head and peeking down at herself, she gasped. Even with all the cum sloshing around in her belly, she could make out the distinct imprint of the monstrous stallionhood in her abdomen. The silhouette of cock was unmistakable, clearly displaying the broad head and the girthy medial ring that rested part way down its length, and it came up to just beneath her rib cage. It was an incredible sight that defied belief, although that wasn’t what gave her a moment for pause. Though she was absolutely stuffed with cock, filled beyond capacity, the Princess hadn’t fully hilted her.
“Cum for me,” the alicorn breathed, “I want to feel you trembling around my mighty shaft…”
She’d been growing close to a climax since she’d been impaled, irrespective or possibly because of the unimaginable intensity of being plowed by the colossus, so having the Princess shift and bite down on her nipple was the final nail in her coffin. Clutching the alicorn’s head, her rapturous scream echoed through the room and back to her ears. Finger-fucking herself while getting her throat swabbed, while pleasant, couldn’t hold a candle to the outright ecstasy the she-stud’s stallionhood afforded.
Wracked by an unfamiliar sensation that persisted throughout her climax, she only eventually understood what she was feeling. Her womb - Celestia’s cock was beating against her womb as though it were a battering ram! Thinking back to what the Princess had said moments before, fixating on the mention of breeding, she spontaneously hit with another wave of pure, unfettered bliss.
Her job, her family, her friends - none of them meant a thing compared to Celestia. As far as she was concerned, at that juncture, she belonged to the Princess. The well-spoken, well-educated, and reserved young woman that was May steadily drifted away, consumed by bestial desires and an insatiable need to fulfill her true purpose in life.
Damned if she knew if a futa could knock up a human woman, but she craved to be truly bred by the Princess - her Princess. Images of herself chained to a golden throne as she hungrily worshiping Celestia in front of an audience, all while being exquisitely pregnant and scantily clad, drove her to yet another climax. The feeling of being fucked by an alicorn was indescribable, making all other sex seem trivial in compare, and it wore away at her higher thoughts and the person she was.
Snatching up her ankles and driving her legs to either side of her head, pinning her arms in the process, Celestia forced her into a deep mating press and continued pounding away at her. Being completely subdued, unable to move anything but her head, was yet another display of the Princess’ true colors; while she may have been curt and ladylike in the limelight, she harbored an absolute beast of a sexual side. Tossing her head from side to side, crying tears of joy, she was incrementally undone on a fundamental level.
The flow of time and the world around her faded away, leaving her stranded in a tumultuous sea of ecstasy. She came more times than she could count, each climax stripping away at her sanity, until Celestia eventually slowed. Seeing the alicorn’s horn glow and feeling an odd sense of warmth flow through her, she regained a shred of lucidity.
“Yes,” Celestia growled, “deeper…”
Settling her full weight on her, the Princess sheathed the entirety of her length. Though she couldn’t see it, she could feel her cervix prized open by her mate’s gargantuan endowment. Her shrill wail contrasted against the she-stud’s grunts and heavy breaths as her consciousness began to fade.
She couldn’t say how long she lay beneath the behemoth, reduced to little more than a living, breathing sex-toy for the titan, yet she adored every second of it. She came more times than she could count, each orgasm being more powerful than the last, until things came to a head. Giving her a final, unstoppable thrust, Celestia bit down on her shoulder and came.
Roiling, potent seed surged into her depths, painting her in ways no human could ever dream of and evoking a sanity-shattering orgasm. Her gut, still distended from the load she’d gotten from earlier, grew and bloated all the more. Even if she couldn’t technically get impregnated by the alicorn, something she was genuinely unsure of, she felt certain she could pass for exquisitely pregnant by the time Celestia had finished.
Heaving herself to the side, the Princess released her legs, pulled her over and held her close. “I’m going to keep you…”
“Guh…ugh…” she incoherently groaned, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone sentence.
“Tomorrow morning, I’m going to bring you back to Equestria and keep you as my pet ~” Celestia continued, pecking her cheek, “would you like that?”
Falteringly looking over and into the alicorn’s eyes, she struggled to collect herself. She was exhausted, every part of her ached, and she was filled with and slathered in more cum than should have been possible - nevertheless, she had to find her voice. She wearily smiled and ran her fingers through her lover’s ethereal mane.
“Y…yes,” she wheezed, tasting her mate’s cum, “I am yours…”
