Back on Duty

The copper tub was a bit cramped, but Celestia still insisted Gregory join her. Whom else could she trust with such an important task as washing the Royal Mane? This was not her large, luxurious bath in the Canterlot Castle, but if she sat between Greg's legs and folded her wings really tightly, he could perform his magic on her neck and withers. The finger-magic, she liked to call it. Unfortunately the water only came up to her barrel, but she had made it extra hot so that was okay. She would soak later, once Gregory grew tired and climbed out.

"Mmmmph, yeah..." Celestia moaned in her soapy luxury, "right therrrr-" She fell silent when her tongue lolled out.

"What was that?"

Celestia clearly heard the grin in Greg's words. He liked to tease her inability to speak under the assault of his hands, but she didn't mind. She just ignored it.

"Lean back," the man commanded, and she obeyed without thinking. Greg's hand reached around her with the sponge and gently lathered some shampoo into her muzzle. She leaned heavily against his palm, so much that he had to bring his other arm around to support her head. "Hey, don't fall asleep on me!"

"'m not gonna..."

Soon - too soon! - he finished lathering up her face, expertly avoiding her eyes and nose and mouth, then he moved up to her ears. He liked doing that - touching her all over - and Celestia knew it. She could feel it, in every loving caress, in each embrace and nuzzle. She kept her eyes closed for what came next. She felt Greg move as he briefly dipped the sponge in the water and brought it back up. He pressed its wonderful warmth against her face and let the water trickle down and carry away the soap. The hot rivulets felt especially pleasant on the exposed part of her barrel.

He repeated the action a few more times, then she allowed Greg to turn her head a little and inspect his handiwork. His palm cupped her cheek and his fingers brushed her fur smooth.

"There, pretty as always," he murmured.

Celestia smiled, but didn't respond. Greg was already moving lower and the sponge, with its load of warm water, was pressed into her chest fluff next. She straightened up and leaned back to give the man easier access. The fact that she had to lean her head on his shoulder was purely incidental, of course. The lick she gave his ear made him titter for a moment.

Again he poured a fresh bit of shampoo, but this time he didn't need the sponge. Her fluff was thick enough to produce plenty of lather and it was the work of moments for Greg to spread it liberally around her withers and up her neck.

"You know," she said in a slow half-drawl, "a mare could get lazy this way. I might never wash myself again."

Greg didn't stop his massage as he answered: "You say that every time and my reply is always the same."

"Mm?"

"I'm fine with it."

"Oh, yes..."

Celestia gave a half nod as she remembered, but even that fled as Greg began washing off the lather.

"Wanna stand so I can properly soap you up?" he asked.

"Nuh."

Her weak refusal just made Greg chuckle some more and he simply slid his hands down. For a moment Celestia thought he would try to bodily lift her, but instead he ran his fingers in little circles through her fur under the water. Her hind hooves scurried for purchase in the smooth metal tub as Celestia tried to lift herself up to give him better access. With his help she succeeded in pushing herself upright and Greg switched his impromptu massage to her back and croup.

She felt it. Her back was pressed against Greg's belly, but there was... something in the way. something stiff and 'pokey'. Something which promised an entirely new class of delights she could indulge in very shortly. In a few moments she wouldn't be able to wait anymore and the delicious expectation was already making her breath quicken and her hooves tremble. No matter how many times she took Gregory, Celestia always wanted more. The thought made her twist her head around and give the man a short kiss.

"You are sweet for helping me out like this, Gregory."

She held his gaze long enough for the human to plant a return kiss on her nose. "My pleasure." His hand slid down from her mane and gently brushed across her wings. "We'll have to preen," he commented.

"In the morning."

The fingers continued their way down until Greg's palm cupped her cutie mark and squeezed. She gasped and jerked a little. Then she felt his manhood twitch against her.

It proved too much for her resolve.

Scrabbling for a grip on the tub's smooth edge, the mare lifted herself up and hissed: "Grab my tail..."

Greg knew what to do and quickly gathered up the silken strands to move them out of the way. She let his hand on her cutie mark guide her to the correct place and then she lowered herself.

"Ow, careful!"

Almost to the correct place, Celestia thought to herself with a frown of concentration.

"Here, let me..." Greg's hand slipped from her rump so he could aim himself.

This time she felt him prod at her entrance and sat down a little more carefully. He slid smoothly inside, making them both moan in rapturous pleasure. Celestia waited for a few moments, simply enjoying the sensation, until Greg twitched again inside her. She could feel the minute twinges and spasms. She tried to lift herself a little, but despite the water it wasn't easy. Her hind hooves slid, so she had to hold herself up entirely with her forelegs against the edge of the tub.

"Here, let me help," Greg said and put his hands around her waist. He easily lifted her before letting her slam back down.

It was a paradoxical situation. With her on top she should have been the one in control, but since she couldn't find any purchase on the slick bath tub it was Greg who moved and guided her.

"Don't stop, please," she begged.

"Not gonna," he breathed out through clenched teeth.

His fingers dug into her fur again as he lifted her up once more. The combination of his stiffness and the hot water was heavenly.

"Mmmmmyesssss!"

Celestia completely stopped trying to help in any way. Luckily Gregory didn't seem to mind. He increased his pace and water began to slosh over the edge, but neither of them cared. They were concentrating on each other. Celestia closed her eyes to savor the way her lover spread and filled her. Somehow he found all the right spots in her passage and the unusual position they were in pressed against them in delightful new waves.

She couldn't quite help herself. It was a habit she'd picked up during her time on Earth. The words emerged all by themselves: "Oh, fuck yes!"

Her lustful voice spurred Greg on. His grip on her sides grew tighter and he pulled her down harder, trying to push himself as deep as he could go.

It wouldn't take them very long. For the past several nights they had both been tired from their work lately so their nights had consisted of nothing more than pleasant cuddling. Both of them needed a release.

"Wait, stop... wait," Celestia managed.

Greg obligingly let her sit for a moment. He was panting, but Celestia couldn't tell whether it was from exertion or urgent need.

"I wanna turn around," she said.

He gave a soft, disappointed moan when she scrambled off him. More water splashed around and Celestia nearly slipped in the tub. Her wings shot out and flapped awkwardly to catch her balance, which sent a spray of water agains the walls, and Greg quickly put his hands on her barrel to steady her.

"Thanks."

It took some improvisation, but she managed to get her hind legs around Greg's waist. If anything, the position was even less comfortable than before, but this way she could put her forehooves on his shoulder and help hold herself up. She could also regain some control. More than that, she could kiss him during their lovemaking. Most importantly, she would see his face as they finished. If she could see him, she could time herself so they came together.

Again Greg guided his member to the right place and Celestia gratefully sank back down, welcoming his cock into her eager folds once more. Their joint moan was louder this time. She waited just long enough to brush Greg's lips with her own, then put her forelegs around his neck and started moving again. It was hard work, so she was glad that Greg was helping again with his hands on her flanks.

"Yes, just like that!"

In her enthusiasm she pressed her barrel against Greg's face and he used the opportunity to gently nip her skin.

"Aah!" she gasped and then couldn't quite suppress an excited whinny.

There was no helping it, she wanted more. She had to feel more of him, deeper inside her. Celestia increased her pace, starting to pant in earnest with heavy exertion. Her low grunts were matched by Greg's as she slammed herself down, again and again. A brief worry whether the tub would break, or overturn, flashed through her mind, but Celestia almost immediately forgot it in the glow of their union.

Greg moved his hands up around her barrel. The feeling of his fingers and nails digging into her flesh was maddening, just as his teeth had been. Celestia managed to pull herself away for a second to look at his face. He wasn't far off. The hot water and the long buildup as he had washed her had helped. In just a few moments he would explode inside of her. Already his eyes were hardly able to focus on hers, although Greg did manage a small smile.

Knowing how she was making him feel quickened Celestia's own release and she rushed headlong towards a much needed orgasm.

"Yeeeees!"

A few more thrusts and Greg tensed up. At first she feared he would be a few seconds too quick for her, but as she slammed down for the final time she felt him twitch and release, which pushed her over the edge. Somehow his seed was even hotter than the water. Feeling it hit there, deep inside, heightened her own pleasure. As her wings flapped uncontrollably, Celestia pressed her muzzle urgently against Greg's face. She shoved her tongue into his mouth as if trying to get all the juices out of the man from both ends. She shut her eyes and her wings jerked in uncontrollable little flaps as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

Gradually she became aware of his hands, now on her croup and with his fingers digging into the fur, holding her in place. She didn't know why, but knowing that Gregory was instinctively pressing her down so he could finish inside, seemed to prolong her own orgasm. It felt as if her own insides squeezed her lover, trying to milk him of his every drop.

She closed her eyes and let out her breath in a long, forlorn moan.

Greg pulled his face away and urgently gasped for breath, so instead of kissing him some more Celestia lay her muzzle on his neck and started licking his ear. Contact, that was important. She wanted to touch all of him at once.

They sat, interlocked, for a long while. The man was the first to stir. He gently lifted up her head from his shoulder and kissed her nose. "Love you."

"Mmmm."

"Let's finish washing up and get in bed."

She shook her head and interrupted: "Nnh-nh. F-Five minutes..."

Greg finished: "Then we can do it again."

Her ears perked up at that and her muzzle split into a grin, but she lay her head back on his shoulder. "I said five minutes. Relax."

It took a concentrated effort of will for Celestia to fold her trembling wings. It took even more willpower to lift herself off his still-hard member, but she was rewarded by sitting back down into the blissfully hot water. The level was markedly lower then what it had been, but it was still just as warm.

A thought occurred and the mare giggled in amusement. She said: "You never finished washing my mane."

Gregory also laughed, but then he splashed around for the sponge. "Forgiveness, your Majesty."

She closed her eyes and let him start rinsing her out.